So I’m in Seattle. Exhausted, but not quite sleepless. The Mountain was out today. A straight run of impossibly clear, sunny days have cemented my love of this city in the 78 hours I’ve been here. Mt. Rainier’s been showing off all weekend. She’s quite pleased with herself.
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It’s Saturday morning, a bit past seven o’clock. I woke up without my alarm, as usual, and I’m sitting on the sprawling front porch of my soon-to-be former apartment in Somerville. I will miss summer nights spent here, candles and conversation, the symphony of traffic on Broadway singing to us.
Mon Frere Shea and I are leaving for Seattle in roughly three hours. I guess ‘roughly’ is an appropriate way of putting it.
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