{bits of montaña de oro, car camping, after extending s's passport so we can go to turkey (and india for my work) in august}
oh what can i say. and where do i start? today i'm weary of capital letters, and as i write it i realize i spent my formative years in such a state--its rightly quiet flurry. damned if i could now order my smudges of memory on a timeline.
blogging was going to
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