It might finally be over, but before it is, I have one last thing to do, one last letter to write. It is not addressed and it did even start out as a general "to whoever it may concern" thing, but I know who I am writing to and she will know too. There are thoughts to share, practical matters to settle, explanations to try to give and predictably fail, because some things just cannot be explained. And there is forgiveness to give, because that is one things I actually still can give. It surprises even myself. So...fare thee well.
The cover art is not mine.
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