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Thursday, September 28, 2006

Weariness

Bethel, ME
Mile 1900-ish

I reached some sort of spiritual peak in the Whites, and now, I think, it's done. I'm hiking now just to get home, to be with Monica.

Soon.

Posted by philoculture at Thursday, September 28, 2006

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