It sends me signs anyway.
A giant black bird aimed at my face, accompanied by the loudest sound I've ever heard - I guess I wouldn't have noticed anything more subtle.
It was an omen though.
My mountain man met a waitress, and "it happened pretty fast, but its serious..."
The bottle of veuve I bought for my birthday, that I've been saving for our reunion, bc champagne corks popping go so well with hugs and smiles and "I missed you"s, I'm not saving any more.
I bought it myself and I'll drink it myself. Camped in utah, for no reason.
Goodbye, my dream indiana jones, and congratulations.
Keep writing, and taking your pictures.
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