dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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We're home from our trips, Erik's backpacking trip and my trip to my parents' by bus and train. We're exhausted but happy and well. Guess what? One night it snowed on Erik. He slept without a tent. He woke up and there were flurries. And it had hailed. They had tons of adventure, and I think he's going to make his own blog to tell the tale. If and when that happens, I will direct you to it.

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