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We have exactly four minutes and twenty-nine seconds of where he is and where I am and cold watermelon on the trail.

"This guy got a picture of me. I don't know. He's from some New York fancy magazine and something about his instagram."

Dear you,

That was the very moment I knew I wanted that print.

Love,

me

"Do you remember the name?"


"No," he laughs. "He gave me a card, but it disintegrated in my pocket."



Today I am grateful to hear his voice and listen to his story.