It is interesting to me that the rabbits I make for you always happen in December by the ocean. I guess they need an empty beach. There were lots of gulls, pelicans, crows, sand crabs and me. And the wind. Maybe that's where the rabbits come from. You whispering to me. I was happy making it, like a kid playing in the sand all by herself. But then I wanted to show it to you because I knew you would say it was cool and mean it and that turned to crying. It always meant so much to me when you liked one of my creations. It all has to come from me now. I am the keeper of all that existed between us.