There is a rhythm to this work. A carefully defined embrace to hold and to keep the readers involved in the Authors’ unusual journey. From the “how to keep the Legacy letters alive, to birthday letters to the ‘little ones’ along with the imaginary invitation to come and sit at the musical Mountains and the cabin, where all are closely woven into basic principles and loving work.
Author Winning Carew Papritz
He writes, “My pain gripped in my fingers, my imagination is endless.”
Poetic observations and simplistic cleansing wisdom fill in the spaces of hope and upbringing connectedness. The many gifts here embrace the recognition of time and the first and last gift. Precious resources and the reality of age embrace a simple walk – an inviting visit where places offer thinking spaces of nature, sunrises, dreams and more. These precious seeds of wisdom drop throughout, where poetic moments lead the reader to stop a moment and enjoy the savor of the activities or the considerations.
It feels like a front porch conversational setting with lively active words . The overall tone can be understood in disciplines of the land. He writes, “My pain gripped in my fingers, my imagination is endless.”
Legacy Letters set the stage for a lifelong journey into youthful childhood, young adulthood and a glimpse of the hearts and weaknesses and weariness and the no-nonsense productivity. The endearing endless samplers in life store up sharp pictures of richness and exquisite love of the language.
The embracing of the land, lovers of words and the passionate heart, the cabin bound hermit acknowledges and shares that “Time is the first and the last gift.”