To whomever put the lovely blanket and basket and windchimes in my
grove, whether it was my wonderful daughter or any of my other friends
that I miss dearly, thank you. I can't explain how much it means just to
be remembered, despite my absence.

To all my friends and family, I miss you very much and you are still
very much in my thoughts.

Aethele Distara

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 454 AF.