IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT THE ROOFS. BILL MUST HAVE LIKED THEM TOO. OF COURSE, THEY ARE MUCH DIFFERENT NOW, BUT WHAT ISN'T. THEY WOULD STILL BE BEAUTIFUL IN SPRING, COVERED AND SMOTHERED WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS. I MUST RETURN SOMEDAY. BILL, ARE YOU PLANNING ON GOING BACK SOMEDAY? HOW MANY OF US WILL EVER GO BACK, REALLY, EXCEPT IN OUR MINDS. AND THERE ARE SO MANY OF THOSE WHO WILL NEVER GO BACK OR NEVER COME HOME. NEVERTHELESS, WE ARE FRIENDS TODAY. IT WAS A SAD CHAPTER FOR BOTH OF OUR GRANDCHILDREN TO READ, BUT TIME HEALS.
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