Unspoken promise

On the last page of the SUN magazine. I'd thought it would go on forever, at least, I had hoped this issue would have no end. 

Well, not the very last page, I suppose. In a normal issue, this, the Sunbeam page, would be the very last. But in this issue, there are two more pages, an extended sunbeam page, and the dog-eared page as the last breath of this song without music. 

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Now I sit here, holding the back cover in my hands and eyes. 

Here's to many more years, SUN. We'll walk together throughout the next decade, and, love, I do intend to contribute to your fiftieth anniversary. Bless us to bless each other, dear friend.