I'm here with you brother, don't forget that. We may be few, but we are pure. The other day i was on an island in the south Pacific and hiking a dificult trail. I was 8 miles in, and huffing and puffing and enjoying the stunning beauty, the smells of blooming things, the magical blue of the ocean glimpses in the distance... and i thought of you.. in NY... and i wished that i could be there, or you here, if only for a few moments.. to share this life, this thing, to comfort, to understand... Love Tristan
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I'm here with you brother, don't forget that. We may be few, but we are pure. The other day i was on an island in the south Pacific and hiking a dificult trail. I was 8 miles in, and huffing and puffing and enjoying the stunning beauty, the smells of blooming things, the magical blue of the ocean glimpses in the distance... and i thought of you.. in NY... and i wished that i could be there, or you here, if only for a few moments.. to share this life, this thing, to comfort, to understand... Love Tristan
I'll try to hang on.
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