Rendered obsolete.
Slow death of Cortland winter did not prepare me for winds this sharp and sudden. I squint my eyes against sun on snow and wonder about life in that border city...
Then Deana and Pete are rapping, Caralyn's drawing pictures, and I can't cry because I'm laughing too much. Practicum, BK crowns, spontaneous visits, Anberlin, Coheed, responsible city schemes, Fischer Nabokov and Chekhov...
There are so many right paths. There are so many perfect ways.
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