2004-07-21 || 5:39 p.m.

|| goodbye, montana. ||

my time is up in montana. i'm all grass stains and skinned knees, sunburned shoulders and black and blue feet. a few days to go and i feel frantic because there are so many mountain tops i have yet to explore. so much river that has not yet rolled over my toes. so many damselflies i have not yet skipped over rocks with. and although i have spent many nights fantasizing of broken concrete sidewalks and sisters in chinatown and record stores and the way you can get lost in a sweep of people on a corner in the financial district, a piece of me will still be lying on the old wooden bridge listening to the water rush beneath. humming willie nelson and watching the sun go down.

p.s. jenny, you were always on my mind.

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