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While this island is a far way away from Moby Dick, I had a mild run-in with a naked schitzophrenic hippie playing quest for fire when I was attempting to go for a pleasant solo beach adventure yesterday. It made me laugh and think of home. I finally put the laptop completely away yesterday. It was when I was lying in the back of Pierre's truck on the way back from paint-balling this afternoon, watching the sun through the canopy of trees and the mist covered mountains flicker as we moved past, when I had that moment. The kind of moment that answers that question that I find during the cold dark winter up North. Well it was another one. Special was also the scotch picnic that turned into a swim and then an evening of Apples to Apples with old and new... but that was a few days ago.
I am smiling a lot, and drift, and breathe, and smile. THe thought is not full circle, and the question is still hard to see, but there is a familiar foggy window that is saying hello with a name that has more gray hair.
It's good to be here.
I am smiling a lot, and drift, and breathe, and smile. THe thought is not full circle, and the question is still hard to see, but there is a familiar foggy window that is saying hello with a name that has more gray hair.
It's good to be here.