even when they aren't permanent.
we had a second helping of different dumplings to mark and measure
the magnitude of our gratitude for the time we spanned together.
that's real.
rice flour-type triple-prepared double-action activated bomb-pockets!
how'd they turn out?
c'mon,
you know we keep it expert.
check the teleport:
we GOT they.
and we added seitan to the filling, so even though we could've kept 'em
gluten-free, and for future reference, we might someday,
we needed to put more and different kinds of hottness inside their pouchy-bodies.
we know how to take it to eleven, neighbors.
just sayin'.
***********
...and then we burnt the sh!t outta all kinds of stuff!
word up!!
nothing spans a wintry evening better than hot fire.
especially staving off the chill of a still and silent night
standing around the circle of flames, under the light of the moon,
and the within the concentric halos of light and heat from the torches, too-
the reflections of woodsly goodness on the fluffiest snow ever cast long shadows
and let the feelings be witnessed to greater effect in full flipping effect...
besides,
what's more rad than experiencing it with my favorite three and a half individuals?
nothin'.
duh.
check the flare and flair via teleport:
i have the best ones, ever.
true story.
we're nobody's robots, y'all.
just when we thought that the sad eyes and somber spirits of fondest farewells
were about to bludgeon us into oblivion,
a stack of firewood and a bag of recyclables got lit the F* up.
we love it.
we love each other.
jeez louise, we can barely bear to be apart,
but we're all going our separate ways today, anyway.
awwwwwwww.
hard styles across the miles,
and the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is mine all mine all mine again.
it's all really happening,
and i can't thank my peoples enough for living it alongside me.
i love 'em.
i miss 'em all already, and we haven't even hit the road yet-
true story;
never quiet, never soft.....
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