Berlin: It Is Written
It’s been an age… And as I write this, I’m wondering if you’ll even think to check the mail anymore, since it has been so long since my last letter. I know you know though, that despite my quiet, all is well. I have just been a little far beyond this page, adrift in the skies like Rupert Bear in his flying machine. I also know that you know I’ll always bring my adven…