While the deaf-mute carpenter repairs the ceiling. My life with you is the creation of pleasant spaces instead of settling for the absurd blanks. I thought of that when the deaf-mute but deadly-efficient and compulsively productive carpenter fixed your ceiling while we looked up at him in arched necks. He hammered an epiphany. Raise your dreams, J&D! Love each other some more. The skies are beautiful from up high.
