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yesterday was a blur. i remember romping around in the snow for an hour or so...snowy hikes are better than any other kind. i remember working, making people coffee, pulling shots of espresso, talking to them about their days. i remember seeing friends after work, talking about the usual things, watching a movie, driving home.


but the best days tend to be a blur. because i'm living every moment as it unravels into the next one...and there is no conscious thought of whether or not this is a good day. i'm alive. it snowed. i am loved. of course it was good. how could it not be?


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Taken on January 22, 2012