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I got a postcard from Woody the other night. It was written before he crossed the salt flats. Seeing his handwriting was too much for this big sister to handle. The habit goes on without notice but missing your brother is that sort of slow ache that never goes away. Here's to safe travels and the KTM staying in good working order for a while.

You are missed Wood, and loved more than you know.

-- luludilly