Dear Deksar,

Thank you for each loving word and each wonderful story. The halls of Glioca glowed when you lit up the room. That light was not just the miracles of healing Sgrios's scar on the flesh, but also on the heart.

And that's just a glimpse. That's a single facet of the diamond brilliance. Your stories, told in taverns and in fairs. Your poems, your scholarship into the history and mystery of the dubhaimid and aisling. Meticulous scribesmanship and endless imagination.

Glioca herself must've wept when at your Chrysalis. You've been not only a Father in title, but in deed. An inspiration to us all. Especially to me.

Brother Damiel

Deoch 35
((16 May 2003))

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