Strikes Thirteen.

When all has been said and done the journey has just begun.

Years and years of struggle and sorrow , adventures of high and low he has finally arrived; yet another bow.

The time has come to hang up his scarf, hat, umbrella and coat a new man to step into his clothes, his views and his image.

Death is only the beginning for this man I’m told, and at the end of the road her blue shine still waits, waiting to be driven and shown.

An impossible task still lies ahead another battle to be fought another smile to be seen. As for now its goodbye to Twelve as the clock strikes Thirteen.


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