ANN, THE STORM IS GETTING STRONGER

You asked … how does he feel?
I assume an -s- has gone missing. Is perhaps on a quest in the service of Ann.
Perhaps Ann is tender toward - s- , as a queen would be tender toward one of her knights.

You asked … how does she think?
With gut. In these labyrinthine tubes, in those gallant tunnels which scientists call our second brain, not the brain of facts but of insight. To say it briefly, Ann knows who you really are.

You asked … who does she loves?
Perhaps we have found our errant - s- , it has attached itself to love.

You asked … is she a rebel?
In the usual sense, no, not wearing it against her skin or on it, not showing it in the cut of her hair. She blends with the masses, so people tend to disregard her; this is their loss.

You asked … is she the salt of the earth?
Yes, without salt, we cannot live. Even the great mammoths needed salt. Their bones have been found next to salt licks, where they sank into the muck, dying to feed that natural craving. If we would die for lack of her, and I think we would, then yes to Ann as salt of the earth.

I have answered to my best ability. The storm is getting stronger, a clap of thunder. The dogs run to me, as they run to me, run to Ann.

THERESA ANN ALESHIRE WILLIAMS, USA