Dear Christopher Quentin,   we met first in Berlin, with your parents, than at the wonderful Thanksgiving 2011, you organised in the house of Samuel’s italian family.   With your generous eyes and hands and your sunperson’s heart, thinking of you will be thanksgiving forever.   Yours Emanuela and Gigi, Milano   We shall not cease from exploration   And the end of all our exploring   Will be to arrive where we started   And know the place for the first time.   Through the unknown, unremembered gate   When the last of earth left to discover   Is that which was the beginning;   At the source of the longest river   The voice of the hidden waterfall   And the children in the apple-tree   Not known, because not looked for   But heard, half-heard, in the stillness   Between two waves of the sea.   Quick now, here, now, always--   A condition of complete simplicity   (Costing not less than everything)   And all shall be well and   All manner of thing shall be well   When the tongues of flames are in-folded   Into the crowned knot of fire   And the fire and the rose are one.