Dearest Mother--I have met the dream of the angels, the light of the north sky. No, mother,it is not you. It is Chelsee. I am sorry. ..?
But not now
But not now, not ever kor never.... It was only in the woprld of death./ Thjere
he could be forgiven and there he would go, if he could. Soon and forever./If there was no other place, then this would be it. Cool, but warm./ Forever.....