Funny, or not so funny, alll of my rainy weather clothes lay on the floor at the end of my bed, out of sight. I don't know if they decided collectively to gather there, or land in that specific pile, or if I had them all together at once.
I'm going to Knoxville this weekend. And I'm listening to Dixie Dirt now, loving the South, loving life, and loving the growth.
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Hope life is good. I was unpacking things I'd left packed for too long and found the journal you gave to me Freshman year--the leather-bound one. I've begun writing in it again, and think of you every time I write in it. Thanks.
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