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...and today we sat in an excavator and talked like real serious fools about really serious fool stuff, we're inventing, planning, chuckling, and trusting God to keep us wise. hung out in a grungy van on some camping chairs, ate some almonds, decided to squirrel together.

that's pretty huge and beautiful and strange and good. then we amped up our huckleberry ragamuffin goon squad and jumped up some bricks and sat on the overpass, and spit on cars and you dropped your crock down into the road and we waited a whole 20 minutes to go get it. You have a good attitude. You don't care what other's think. You played that song, of the cow poem that started all of this, at the open mic, just cus, casually... I never want to go back to awkward pier icecream, ever again. Thank God we've remembered how to be humans, and thank Him that he's never to be doubted.

I thought of you, it should be said. I cried a tear sitting on the overpass - because I loved you like this once, too. It was true then, and alive true now. This seems where life has brought me, and it's most magical and right, but how strange still for you to not be in it.