Saturday, April 6, 2013

Brief Internet Access

It's gray and misty here, though the mountains that mark the north edge of Boise still have a bleached-green summer sun look about them.  Drought that we've damned upon ourselves probably; yet still beautiful. 

I had a minor freak-out last night after two days of regularly being in public and in the presense of other people; which is to say I'd grown tired of the sight of my closest friends, like an entitled sullen child, but I''ve gotten better now as the climate has grown more austere. All I've come accross have shown me such kindness here. 

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