"In the slaughterhouse of love they killonly the best, none of the weak or deformed.
Don't run away from this dying.
Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat."
--Rumi/Barks
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| Ellie and me on the way to Phoenix, before suntans |
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| at Jon's place |
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| Auna the elephant? |
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| A night of $3 Irish Car Bombs, thanks Jon! |
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| Missy and Scoots emerge from the bushes |
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| This is the breakfast Jon and Bradley made for each of us the morning after: Chocolate chip banana pancakes, bacon, spinach and onion omelet, chorizo. Oh, and amazing fairtrade coffee. |
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| happy Missy! |
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| Kramer's beautiful new jackalope tattoo |
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| Ellie and I sporting our green Chacos. |
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| Kramer with his momma, Lisa and brother, Drew, who is becoming a name in car racing. They had us over for a wonderful love- and mimosa-filled Easter. |
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| HAYLEY! |
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| Oh, hey there Brian! |
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| Missy's first outdoor climb |
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| Cut by rocks, Brian tapes his finger to keep climbing |
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| Brian and Missy |
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| Dan being a badass on an 11c. |
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| Ellie climbing in the changing light. When she moved here, she was terrified of heights. Now we have her on all kinds of walls and learning to repel! |
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| Me, running up the wall |
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