I'm back. It's over. And my butt is sore. And I have new muscles in my left forearm from clutching through six-speeds over and over and over and over.
I noticed this for the first time tonight: The Santa Clarita valley smells like dust and citrus. It's a very distinct smell, but not one I've ever noticed before.
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- In my life of labor and endless searching for connections, I sometimes pause to muse over the people I love, the natural and artificial world around me, and the ideas that provoke my imagination or ire.
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Glad to know that you are home and safe. I want to hear about your trip...give me a call on Sunday. I'll need a break from packing or something.
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