Coming home from Vietnam was so surreal. One day, it's 85 degrees and there are motorbikes and rambutans and rats and noise noise noise, the next day (well sort of...i got to live through March 14th twice!!) I am walking my dogs along the Lincoln River, the only sound being the crunch of my boots on the ice. Overall, I'm enjoying it. It's all about
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I (of course) promptly lost the little slip of paper with your and Margie's phone numbers so why don't y'all just call me. I can't be trusted with that kind of stuff. 845-0029. Dinner? This coming weekend?
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