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Been a little tired and restless since I got here. A yearning and nostalgia I am trying to sit next to, respectfully.
Long walk with Julia this afternoon; short nighttime stroll with River this evening. And Now I’m stretched out on the couch, listening to the variations of wind filtering through the indifferent whir of the box fan. Nambe lake tomorrow: sharp red rock cliffs and freezing water, cheese and grapes and plastic flotation devices, naps and gigglefits. I should get to bed; it’s going to be a big day.
