Here it is: a six o'clock call for the last jump, the home run to Hugo, no hurdles but short of a few people who left for other places last night, until next season farewell, and Dylan wakes up as we settle into our spot in winter quarters and says, "This is my favorite lot."
We're home for the rest of the year.
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Thank you for another year of your blog. Being able to click on it, makes me feel like I'm not so terribly far away from my sister.
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