they say the grass is always greener on the other side.
well, i'm unsure about the color schema, or use of grass for such a metaphor (the peaches are always riper on the other side?)
but i do know those heartfelt pangs of missing home.
i think more than anything, i miss the outdoors. the mountains and lolling hills. the skiing and the activity.
and i miss you tremendously.
weirdness here prevails.
its a good thing i have my pictures to reflect and,
er,
center?
something like that.
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