“Thou perceivest the flowers put forth their precious odours, And none can tell how from so small a centre come such sweets” Wm. Blake
Rui and I drew these pictures together. They’re about all I’ve got saved; his mother’s friends took away the rest after she abducted him to Japan. Just one more of a thousand ways that I am pining every day for my boy. 10 months have passed since the abduction.