I made it back to the 719, & it feels good.
The past week started off in Atlanta, where I visited the World of Coke,
walked across covered bridges & perused little shops all decorated for Christmas.
I made my way to Fort Collins, where I wandered through flea markets,
thrift shops, & a welded-creation wonderland. I stayed up entirely too late
every single night, & I had more fun than should be allowed in one week.
I think I left my heart in Fort Collins back in May. But now I'm here:
& it feels good.
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