The Blanc rabbit 1

my dearest you,

I think that I forgot to share one of my many publications of this daring year,

the Blanc rabbit.

Look at that, real words!

And real pages, I wonder what does that mean, do you think I can actually write  Alrighty then you get the sarcasm, but this book, It’s a world in its own. Didn’t I tell you I mean business?
I do. What kind however is the question!

Hence, I’m up cleaning  my desk, because that’s what you do at midnight. Especially when you are retired, non?

I shan’t bore you, for some odd reason I have nothing else to say. Well shall I bid you bonsoir, I shall.

bonsoir ,

RS

Ps,  welcome to my desk et to my writing room number deux. I know, so many rooms to write in et not a bloddy story . Being a writer means endless means of seclusion. I need a forest next!

            I j’adore you Blanc rabbit!I will make you fame mousses 🤨