An Ode to A Doctor of the truest of sorts
Fare Thee Well Where’er Ye May Be
Timeless thoughts through the Wibbly-Wobbly

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My Dear Friend, my Mentor, my Muse. Though you never sought to be the latter, become that you did. We had spoken in the past, it seems so long ago, of apparating, taking a fresh breath of time and reality. That is when I realized you are indeed a Phoenix.
The Phoenix is true to itself, it could not exist if it weren’t. Arriving and departing as ever in warm, brilliant flashes of Wit, Knowledge, and Hope while steadfastly nurturing that very, betwixt the hearts and minds of all willing to see.
It is all one could hope for this Phoenix to occasionally apparate over a calm sea or the glass reflection of Astral essence, that the light she shines on so many reaches back, enveloping her with the Fortunes of Confidence and Wisdom that her very presence drapes over us.
Belabor further I shall not.
No matter the realm or time a Dragon Smiles upon your journeys and successes in the Wibbly-Wobbly. Providing support if needed, ever eager to share thoughts as the streams allow.
Doctor. You are so much more than that title can ever convey, simply by existing.
Regardless of where or when, The Vale and its bench are always there, forever home of The Finest of Rabble.
Fare Thee Well my Dearest of Friends if the time is now.
~From The Vale~
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