kind of homesick; momma's coming on friday for three days, sans dad, one of the first times she's traveled so far alone in decades. i'm glad this town could motivate my mom to get out of herself and have a chance to breathe out. we might drink a glass of white zin at lunch, though she won't finish the whole glass. then we'll climb an extinct
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