I have hundreds maybe thousands maybe zillions of photos from this summer and I'm soooo lazy that I can't even post them on my entirely defunct flickr account.
This weekend is the festival in Pagosa, which is always my end-of-summer marker. Strange. Flying into LAX earlier this week I saw the giant smoke cloud from the wildfires out there. It looked like a big piece of cauliflower hanging over the city. Amber moved to Portland, which is horribly sadface.
Missing many people at the moment. The kind of missing that hurts. Telepathic hugs and kisses to all.
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