Monday, August 11, 2014


I feel like I should have something deeply profound to say.

About the death of Robin Williams.

About visiting my childhood home before it gets passed into new hands.

About the long drive across South Dakota, a very familiar route that will soon become less familiar and necessary.

But the truth is that right now, all I'm feeling is ... weary. Maybe those deep thoughts will come.

Maybe tomorrow.

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