Here we are. It's our last day here. Tomorrow, we're going. Back to France.
Finally, I don't want to play the chatter box. I'll make it short.
I think we'll miss Ross.
I think Ross will miss us.
I think we're not the same as we were before coming here.
I think we're better musicians now.
I think Ross opened some doors, which we saw as walls, inside of us.
I think we're better men now.
I think Ross helped us to live in peace with our own minds.
I think we're better friends now.
I think Ross helped to see what linked us to each other.
I think MOPA could have died this year for personal and dark reasons.
I think we're born again.
Thank you Ross.
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