Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular letter to the friends of him who writes it. They alone take his meaning: they find private messages, assurances of love and expressions of gratitude dropped for them in every corner.

RL Stevenson

Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes

1879

To my friends in Utah: Mikel and Janis and George and Rebecca – Saints and Sinners both, are we all.