and off he went, into the great wide wilderness of portland, maine. nothing but the snow-bound stained city behind him; weeping friends and silent bars now shut down, he left in a wisp and a hand which waved a wave of sober-glee and somberness.
no one knew when he would return, but all clutched their chests to subdue the pain of his departure. the traveler had moved on.
(i'm actually going to be back monday, so yeah...don't worry. new photos to come soonly enough for the two of you who still read this sizzling blog of intrigue.)
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