Doug, fill those Marfat desert skies with a thousand love songs. Marry that girl, and love her like parents never taught us how. even if solely, for the late night along San Antonio river walk; where we smoke too many cigarettes, and the rain falls hard on the umbrella-less; but by gol what-a-burger!
Ali, you are the desert ghost that never was, and always will be. Paint me the indian wilderness and i will make it home; you will reincarnate as my neighbor; and we will neither work, nor cease living. Until then, San Diego.
Hunter, why i didn't take a photo, i'll never know. but forever, now remember that they aren't necessary for those who only need the present. Good luck in alaska; save the Juno forests, and make park ranger botanist history.
Mike, David, Aunt Lory; no other span of almost two hours, has more been made of.
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