My Dear, Dearest Carolyn,

I've got a little story to tell. It's a story made of chapters, but it's not a book. It's a type of metamorphosis, but it's not about change. Chock full of ups and downs and all arounds, it's not our lives. It's made up of beginnings, middles and conclusions...but it doesn't end.

The infinite inspiration that writing with you has brought to me has grown into something much much more than words. As the pages continue to flow from my fingers, I find myself contemplating what does end.

What ends, Carolyn, are the unanswered questions. What ends, are the doubts, the fears, and the unknowns. From the first, to the present, and throughout the tumultuous journey in between, has emerged to me however, one thing which can never end. Embodied in your open spirit, deep honesty, and gentle laughter, is a gift which cannot be taken away. The gift which cannot be written, changed, nor lived.

That gift, my dear friend Carolyn, will never come to an end,

and from a place lost deep inside my heart, I thank you,

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