Past steady streams, bending rocks, the charcoaled stump of a once-towering redwood, a clearing where hundreds of butterflies sun themselves in a quiet rhythm of pulsing wings, sunlight dripping through branches, the patterns moving across my face -- As I walk memories of the past year swirl in me... I think of all of you. And from deep in the wilderness, without even the technology of the watch, I get excited that I can reach you all on our blog!!
Back in Berkeley now, will be missing you more. Big kisses to each of you!!
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