Yesterday I wrote and she wrote and thus we had a fantastic conversation via text

about carrying heavy things, building stone walls, sheering sheep, meteor showers, backpacking, moral codes, empathy, getting jacked,

and then we talked in person

I played the piano and she listened.

I asked her about herself,

she told me,

and I finally worked up the nerve to ask her to cuddle, though she clearly wanted to cuddle (after all she came to sleep on the floor with Torbyn [dog] and myself).

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