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It was Saturday, June 5th, 12:15 (and a balmy 48 degrees) in the morning. You walked up to us and we walked around for a bit. You were looking for the Gate to get you to a tugboat.
You said you werent drinking... thats a huge plus. My dog wasnt sure about you until you gave him a piece of Tillamook.
It wasnt until the gate when you turned to me, looked me in the eye and said "come with me" that I realized what I hadnt recognized in a long time. You mentioned you were seeing the world with new perspectives. So am I.
Lets do that walk again and see what happens.
If you choose to reply to this, tell me what it was that kept me walking once we reached the gate...
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