Dear Voices, I miss all of you very much, and I hope one day we will all sing together for a World wide Tour, beginning in Vladivostok, for example. We are at Greg's home, just after our wonderful piano exam, which we both got. Audrey didn't, though she was certainely the one who deserved it the most. My kisses go to each of you. I wish I had more time, but I have to leave now.
Louis, the blond-curly-hair-baby (As Thorgedur used sometimes to call me).
(and just remember: and je(hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)sus himself (eeeeeeee) began (aaaaaaaa) to be (iiiiiiiiiiiiii) about (oooooooo) 30 (iiiiiii) years (eeeeeee) of age. )
Note: I just had to knock Louis out, otherwise he would tell you the all the Bible, Arvo Pärt way. (Grégoire)