8/16/19

The fan overhead, lowest setting. The natural wood walls. The open dirty windows. Crisp morning, central Oregon.

Hundreds of families were here before us, thousands after.

We acknowledge the universe, a sincere bow in how we spend our days together.

Nothing to strive for, everything complete, except the exploring.

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