The Year the West Was Burnin’

It just hit me. I’m leaving soon. I don’t know when I’ll be back or if I’ll be back.

That’s scary. I feel alone.

And I guess that’s alright. Some people live alone and die alone. And if I’m one of those people, that’s okay. Right now it’s time to start over, to begin again…like when pine cones open after they’ve been in a fire. Good things come from hurt, hardship, from loneliness.

It was the year the West was burnin’.

Love you. All of you.


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