I lost my friend…
What can I say? I can’t communicate. I’m a wreck of a person.
January 13th Trailwork day canceled
7 years ago
Where do we find ourselves? In a series which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward out of sight... Ghostlike, we glide through nature, and should not know our place again.
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I love that I am "Dark Humour Person." I wish I could get that embroidered on a jacket.
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