To Us, Who Couldn’t Be

To; Us; Who Couldn’t Be.

There are little things in life that justify being quaint, particularly in this racing world. Yet, there still remains room for a good, old fashioned letter, particularly in circumstances like this; where none of us know what to say but have a lot to convey. I don’t hope to speak for you, and while I can only talk about me, I do think you are not very far off from what I have to say, so it eventually borders onto ‘us’.

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Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!

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