Sometime in the spring of 2003, we were driving home to Morehead after visiting K's grandfather. It's a very pretty road, curling around on the ridges of the hills, and it is very well suited to introspection of various forms. After we'd been sitting quietly for a good while, K asked me what I was thinking of, and without shame, I told her exactly
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