Tuesday, 2 April 2013

I walk this path for the first time again, doors opening as I reach for them

Road, onward, curves through more spectacular scenery.


The trees Aspen is named for remind me I’m missing fall back home; golden leaves shimmering in the wind. I just keep passing places I feel I could hang up the hammock for a month in. Th...

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