A Rare Bird ...

Someone who can remain your friend for fifty years, come hell or high water, is a rare bird. We met up in the Poconos, stayed up waaaaaay too late trying to catch up after not having seen each other for ten years, and said goodbye. Till next time. Hopefully, it won’t be a long time before we meet again.
(Love ya, Gerry!)

Look at this one – Autumn Oaks all-over pattern (can you see it here on the back?).

Here’s the front. This one belongs to Valentina B.