Pan made me a gift to give you but off into the woods he then flew chasing one of my nymphs with the pipes at his hips where he is now I haven't a clue. But I'll catch him one wintry night by a shaft of soft feathery light and I'll send the fine whistles (I won't enclose thistles) Hope your Christmas and Hanukkah's bright love, aunty artemis PS hope you got your little song! You're so talented, nephew!
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