Dear amanatine Amanda Raczkowski and|or|not raucously deedful Joseph Reed,

   A full-bright evening's evensong to you -- or, be it morning, morningsong. (Ensconsced as I am a long hemisphere away, in the wayward hillfolds of Diamond Harbour, New Island, time or timeliness' landless zones aren't easy seas to plough.)

   Hi; my name's Cecil Curry. Please find attached one foundling PDF file having five poems ("Consecration"