"Lynny,
Where are you when I need you?
We got an elk on the mountain and we need to pull it off.
Anyway, just calling to say hi.
Bye."
13 November 2012 3:47 p.m. PST
I miss you too, Dad.
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
--Tim O'Brien
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