This summer my brother visited me in a dream. My deceased mother and I were sitting in a ramshackle cottage on Cape Cod. My brother said he was going to meet friends. He looked happy, as he ran out the door. It was a little too short, but I was happy to see him and so was my mother.
I hope he's having a good time.
ps Michael Charles Smith is the smallest and I am the tallest of the boys.
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