Till tomorrow, sweet friends.
I’m glad we tied, Jem. Sleep well, all. For some reason I’m tired tonight. I think it might be from last night, we had about 10 over and I got bushed for some reason. I don’t usually tire. Strange feeling.
The rain is raining all around,
It rains on field on tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here
And on the ships at sea.
Robert Lewis Stevenson