Two moments of grace during vacation.
For sport: seeing the dolphins swimming by on her childhood beach.
For me: flying over Monument Valley at 33,000 feet and immediately recognizing the monoliths that watched over my childhood (especially "Old Man").
You can't go home, but sometimes home waves to you in the distance.
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I was going to call and see if you were still in town, but now I know. Blog-as-tracking-device: who needs an RFID tag?
RFID schmarfid. I've secretly coded my coordinates with that last post. The eagle has landed. The fox is in the lake.
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