I only met her a few weeks ago and I already knew we’d still be talking five, ten years down the road. With some people you just know.
Unfortunatly two days after she asked me “how do I get to the Sierras?”… and I proceded to tell her only to then say, “Oh you mean Yosemitte.” She fell 300 feet…
I can’t tell you anything she can tell better herself.
This is just my way of sending some love her way and wishing her a speedy recovery.
Hurry up Joyce! I still want that postcard from the other side of the world.
