My beloved Milena,
'Sanctuary' is a perfect word...you and I do have our own sanctuary of tranquil refuge from the world, and I adore your description of my poems as love blankets; we must have infinite love blankets; with all our poems given both ways, you to me, me to you! I used to dream of sleeping in a wood with a blanket of leaves, and sometimes I still imagine that there is no roof above me when I sleep, just a sky of stars, and that if I open my eyes, I will be able to see for infinities, and breathe in Nature's soft night air.
Eternally your .....
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