Only the Rain(61)



So I guess that’s it. That’s about all I’ve got to say. I won’t be writing to you again, stirring up all the ashes of the past. It’s time for me to put my shoulder to the wheel and concentrate on my little ones.

So long, my brother.

Spin and die . . .

And maybe, just maybe, who knows? Live again, butterfly.

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