Saponification


I think of you often, and hope we see each other again as soon as possible. Until such time, may the winds be at your back, the dice be kind, and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.

sincerely yours,
beyond the clouds,
beyond the son,
the rebel without a cause.

Baby, if you ask me to take a break, I’ll give it all away, don’t care what the people say. I’ll be a
million, billion, trillion miles away.

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