Oh 'Koorb'! How you are missed!
The lake is not turbid, but still; the trees, they do not even sway... for the wind is nothing.
It is vacant of movement, just as your presence fails to fill us with love.
The very nature of your esteem, and your propriety, though lacking on the fundamentals of christian bounty, is still a presence of saturation, and of purpose.
For your solicitude to the server was quite comely, and your presence, duly noted. I lack the ability to grieve you, thinking you will appear again to my knowledge; yet I will sustain my sorrow not to be quick to surmise that your completion of acquaintance and interest in all your accomplishments will fulfill such things. I lack the lustre to summon a solicitation to speak to you again, but your lack of yearning for the dictation among people in the server is missed.