Dear Alfred
Alfred was a poet and a philosopher in his last life, but wished so hard to be able to fly that he was born with wings in this life. He hasn’t stopped being a philosopher, but has found that a bird chirping doesn’t get the same attention as a professor lecturing.
So he writes instead. Tell him what’s on your mind. He will ask a question or two, then write a page of his journal with a few of his sayings chosen just for you. It costs nothing.
It is Christmas and Alfred has written a set of sayings for it.
or see the holiday designs
Or start with one of these:
Yours to keep. Press and hold it, or right-click, to copy or save.
Was this page for somebody else? Alfred can give it an address you can send them.
Send them this. Only whoever has it can open it, and it does not say what you told Alfred.