The Wilderness Years

Someone – some all too knowing, methinks – just sent me this and said, “Has she met you? Is she talking about you?”

How dare you? I’m far rougher than she purports. ;¬D


2 thoughts on “The Wilderness Years

  1. Ah, we know damn well you are rougher, and considerably more wonderful than that. Let us continue to ruck and fuck and revel and dishevel, from here to there and all places in between.

    I miss you, and our shared wildernesses.

  2. And I miss you, brother.

    A long email coming your way soon on how there’s more wilderness to come.

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