He’ll surprise you with a book he’s read or a difficult song he’s figured out on his beloved Martin guitar.
Eulogy for my neighbor
Tag: mountain biking
An Indeterminate Cycle
Tears are meaningless in the rain, she thought. In the rain, no one can see you cry. Then another part of her mind echoed back, "no one can see you in a dark ditch in the middle of nowhere either."
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