Thirty

 Peggy

    The weather is warm and sunny, springtime in the Rockies. Wish you were here. 

    I can't imagine you in the typical college experience. Not to be rude, but as I went through that ritual, it was fairly regimented, not much opportunity for freedom inside the walls of the campus (I actually ended up in Missouri for it. Not sure.) I just meant we were not the staying inside the boundaries kind of people back in the day. Well, for me outside campus too, Missouri, you know. And I could never deal with living in New York City. I have enough trouble dealing with all the people here (150,000 pop.). Could not survive without seeing mountains, hiking through them. trees, birds (great blue heron today); nature, you know. Though I, too, would spend days in some museum.

    She stands as an angel in my brain. Her picture from so long ago haunts me (yes, yes my dreams).

    

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