I miss you & me huddled against the snow. I miss walking down to Pete's Kitchen at near midnight for breakfast when it was 8 below zero, then walking back when it had warmed up to 2 below & declaring we'd had a heat wave. I miss coming home to the living room taken over by what appeared to be a wire dress frame & shitloads of wire spools & other hardware and then watching in amazement (but not surprise) for several days while you turned it into the most beautiful Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Cause that's you, brother, some of us see junk & whatnot and you see art. I miss Shiloh, though not anywhere near the deepness of your missing him. He took me in like an old friend. I miss you getting me to go out to the college bars to dance & forget the pain, if only for a few precious hours. I miss how you looked me straight in the eye to find the truth in mine. I miss many, many other things that only you & I need to know. For all the missing, I'm forever grateful for how we came together in tough circumstances and bonded as Brothers In Arms. That, I'm more than sure, will never change.
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I'm forever grateful to you for giving me and my companion a place to rest and unscramble my wits, seemingly insurmountable grief notwithstanding.
Tomato cages and exponential twiggy whatnot and and wiry metal wire.
It has evolved and currently loaded up with flaming bulbs. I'm making a different phoenix for it. Hope I can get it done.
What was bloody handed self therapy became a flaming presence in my focus. So it is called "Presence". Prescient, don't you think?
I think it's pretty and I like seeing pictures of it. I haven't worn pants (long ones you pervert) or real shoes in a month though, and I like it that way.
I miss you & me huddled against the snow. I miss walking down to Pete's Kitchen at near midnight for breakfast when it was 8 below zero, then walking back when it had warmed up to 2 below & declaring we'd had a heat wave. I miss coming home to the living room taken over by what appeared to be a wire dress frame & shitloads of wire spools & other hardware and then watching in amazement (but not surprise) for several days while you turned it into the most beautiful Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Cause that's you, brother, some of us see junk & whatnot and you see art. I miss Shiloh, though not anywhere near the deepness of your missing him. He took me in like an old friend. I miss you getting me to go out to the college bars to dance & forget the pain, if only for a few precious hours. I miss how you looked me straight in the eye to find the truth in mine. I miss many, many other things that only you & I need to know. For all the missing, I'm forever grateful for how we came together in tough circumstances and bonded as Brothers In Arms. That, I'm more than sure, will never change.
I do miss a Pete's breakfast burrito at 3:00am... oh and a gyros plate too. Happy Holidays ahead mi amigo
I miss you & me huddled against the snow. I miss walking down to Pete's Kitchen at near midnight for breakfast when it was 8 below zero, then walking back when it had warmed up to 2 below & declaring we'd had a heat wave. I miss coming home to the living room taken over by what appeared to be a wire dress frame & shitloads of wire spools & other hardware and then watching in amazement (but not surprise) for several days while you turned it into the most beautiful Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Cause that's you, brother, some of us see junk & whatnot and you see art. I miss Shiloh, though not anywhere near the deepness of your missing him. He took me in like an old friend. I miss you getting me to go out to the college bars to dance & forget the pain, if only for a few precious hours. I miss how you looked me straight in the eye to find the truth in mine. I miss many, many other things that only you & I need to know. For all the missing, I'm forever grateful for how we came together in tough circumstances and bonded as Brothers In Arms. That, I'm more than sure, will never change.
wow. respect to you two.
You don't see that often.
I miss you & me huddled against the snow. I miss walking down to Pete's Kitchen at near midnight for breakfast when it was 8 below zero, then walking back when it had warmed up to 2 below & declaring we'd had a heat wave. I miss coming home to the living room taken over by what appeared to be a wire dress frame & shitloads of wire spools & other hardware and then watching in amazement (but not surprise) for several days while you turned it into the most beautiful Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Cause that's you, brother, some of us see junk & whatnot and you see art. I miss Shiloh, though not anywhere near the deepness of your missing him. He took me in like an old friend. I miss you getting me to go out to the college bars to dance & forget the pain, if only for a few precious hours. I miss how you looked me straight in the eye to find the truth in mine. I miss many, many other things that only you & I need to know. For all the missing, I'm forever grateful for how we came together in tough circumstances and bonded as Brothers In Arms. That, I'm more than sure, will never change.
So you did. Fog is the thing. Sometimes aggravatingly coming along.
Air Condition only worsens things in general.
I always keep 4 pairs of goggles ready.
For On-Earth missions.
