This will be the shortest longest blog I have ever written. Many many words were here, but none of them were right - and I am not being a perfectionist.
I took the ferry home during sunset; it was the gentlest sky, a palette of spring blossoms. The sun was gone, but the feeling of it still hung over the mountains and the water, over me. For it just couldn't take back with it all that it had brought.
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