As the lack lustre greyed rainy yesterday dissipates from my mind, for your new aunt learned of your arrival.
For on this forth day of this new month, our gift was born into the autumnal sunshine of this new and great day.
For this is our mutli-heritaged White Wolf Prince is born. Our Bleddyn-Gwyn is Cradled and Cwtched quietly sauntering benevolence with his grace. For you our Prince are the newest branch grown out of hardy rooted family trees banded and united together from your arrival.
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