i would never ask about other nights,

only a fool would spoil it all....
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home again in the warmish embrace of the white mountains, y'all.
that's right.
after a whirlwind 48 hour blitzkrieg on the nutmeg state,
and a walloping overdose of weak sauce, heavy traffic, waterbabyism,
and premium retail shopping experiences,
i got up before the break of dawn,
and bounced upwards and onward to the great white north.
there is just nothing quite as expert as the woodsly mutha-flippin' goodness.
fact.
sure,
i spanned a whole lot of interesting time with my whole family,
and of course,
seeing harvest and maple was beyond a healthy booster-shot of beautiful
fatherly doting and darling dopeness,
but i belong up here.
a rugged, rough-and-ready soldier of really real Folk Life & Liberty.
that's just how it is.
speaking of really realness,
take a good long look at the culmination of twelve long years of growing and
learning and leaping and living well and all that kind of stuff-
teleport to the future:

check!
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's what's up.
the berfday girl herself.
and yeah,
i do have two of 'em.
recheck that teleport, yo:

wordimus prime.
i'm pretty lucky i didn't get a couple of A*holes.
i mean, genetically,
the odds were kind of almost completely against getting two amazing
active participants.
well-mannered, considerate, compassionate, competent and capable.
they got that sh!t on lock, neighbors.
i couldn't ask for better.
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so i'm back in the heart of the hardest styles and emptiest beds.
the Fortress, kids, is where i'm supposed to be.
luckily,
it's precisely where i'm at.
there's no place like the right place.
i'm a woodsly goodfellow to my core;
never quiet, never soft.....7x35