March 9, 2007

six hundred and twenty three days later

we will spend a night under the stars at the same spot where we foolishly parted ways for the first time.

this time, though, i won't have to return to my car to get her number.

...

and this time, i'm a much wimpier hiker. oh shape, where have ye gone?

to beer, i say, and lifting and climbing.

but not to hiking, no.

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