Greetings and Salutations, Cousins!
By my troth, I know not where the time hath gone, for the Bristol Renaissance Faire hath been finished for more than two weekes withal. 'Tis my fondest hope that thou didst enjoy our tyme together this season and that I shall see thee anon in the seasons to come.
Poor Foster! He developed such a craving for vigorous stimulation and sensory experience o'er the nine short weekes of our Faire Festival that he simply could not stand to be cooped up any longer. Aye, cousins, Foster hath begun his Forays into the outer realms of Tyme and Spayce, ne'er to be hindered by boundaries of any earthly kynde, but only to the limits of thy Imagination. Verily, I have received visual record of his Progress from thy moste generous Submissions and have posted them at last that we may all share in Foster's Grande Adventure!
Do not be discouraged by any delay in my postings, for I am but a simple Humanitarian, unlearned in the ways of this miraculous Worlde Wyde Web. In sooth, I am occasionally plagued by mysterious malfunctionings in this realm which are not entirely outside my influence, yet are often quite outside my understanding and experience (certes, there be not much beyond my realm of experience asyde from this!). I pray thee, be patient and do continue to share thy sightings and I shall do my utmost to post them for all the worlde to see. And, as always, Jezzie's quill is always at the ready to dyspense with goodly advyce, so prithee, with all haste, SUBMIT TO JEZZIE!
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