September 28, 2020

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There are these places I go to year after year where I walk the same path and I stand on the same ancient rock with the same old boots and pull the cap of my frayed hat on up and my heart is pounding with all the anticipation and excitement of once again seeing an old best friend. And when I do, this old trustworthy place is still wearing its same old clouds in the same waning afternoon light and showing off those same brilliant colors, and it feels like the very first time.