Last night I touched the hand that created the work of art more dear to me than any other. Last night I shook the hand of Donovan. I looked into his soft eyes and told him, "Your music means a lot to me. I'd love it if you would read this book I made." I handed him The Chronicles of the Elvish Army. He thanked me and held the zine against his chest.

I didn't ask for an autograph. He has already given me so much; I am honored knowing he has read something I wrote.

Thank you for your Gift from a Flower to a Garden. Thank you so much.