Of course I can grandma

for a couple of hours.

It’s everything else.

I bounce upward for a while but then there is too much down. Pretense is okay, but inadequate. Shit hurts. I think about Iceland and get a little gleeful. I review the list for stuff I have to pack and think about how to travel as light as possible.

and in a few minutes, Alex.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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