May 28, 2013
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Sitting on the floor of my living room
with a cup of hot tea and Bob Dylan
singing in the background, I write
to you probably for the last time.
My first thought is that, hey,
this feels strangely familiar.
But then I realise that this also
feels like I have made my peace.
And on the CD player Bob tells me;
"Don't think twice, babe, it's alright."
