Sorry, I am not in my usual spot. You’ll have to be poet-less, for a while.
But then again; I am too.
Just warning of a temporary, and indefinite, absence. I hope you folks are well.
Salaam, love, and I’ll leave you with an extract which I hold very dear, perhaps, you’ll feel the same;
”What are sacrifices to an idealist? Just another kind of romance.”
Thought for food 