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A place, a time, a group of people that will never happen again, that is one of the hardest parts sometimes of moving onto the next adventure with a semi-nomadic lifestyle. For a while we achieve a state of being with trees, each other and ourselves that works. Ties are tied; a quantum web woven; yet that web may never come together again. Yet the threads stay bound.

All spiders weave new webs, though a few old strands remain to connect a pair of spiders here and there to one another. The only problem is that a huge windstorm can catch those spiders as they stream their webs out. The gust blows those spiders to the four directions hopping currents and out across the seas. A long time to back track that safety line….

But as with all things, that thread eventually comes to an end.

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