There are times we are snug in, times we are gone from, times we only dreamt. They all have a feel to them that only a mind full of longing can truly feel, and I know my mind will come back to my summer in Wyoming like it returns to other dreams and words.
A special thanks to Cecily, who kept me company during my last night and made some delicious fish. We really went out in style, and forced all the good sentiments we have picked over the summer, whortleberry-like, into one forceful jam that could not be denied.
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