Dear Shereef

Dear Shereef, I have never been to the Middle East. I have never seen the sunset over the sands, or whirled with the deceit of the dervish. I am not coy. I am direct and correct and may need an interpretor the first week I am there visiting you. I will boundary them if I feel that they say daisy when I said ROSE. They are all gypsies when it comes down to it. I try to get what I can done today, but the winds of change are leaving me flat in my bed. I just do not want to face the eyes upon my mind and body. You will see day by day what I wear and say creates something new in community. When I am done, I leave it for you to explore your femininity before fatwah takes over your country. It will smell like my perfume, soap, and deoderant and so you will have visions in your sleep. Aroma vision will now be you, but only in Saudi "captivity." Lock down there, you will be a soothsayer, and visit your private cell, they will at least daily to speak and "milk you dry." You will then have mind space imaginings, and your life will be complete upon release 4 month years later. Play for me on the ivory keys. Love, Hope