Joyce fell.

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.

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