In the photo I send him there is a daddy and a son,
and I would swear that's me and him planning an adventure,
but it's not us.
What's the temperature going to be? How many days? How much food? Footwear? I remember plenty of water there. It was beautiful. Now we'll be back ten years later like some type of my mother forced herself into our ten year class reunion.
Today I am grateful for a call, a book, a life of massive plenty, and a back that hurts so that I'll get out of my seat and start running. I'm grateful for a day without envelopes. I'm grateful for a plan to walk out into the woods.
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