have to thanks miss wesley for letting me tag along on her trip to visit her parents and brother in maine. you never think that you're going to keep in contact with people who swore and screamed in your direction, when you met for the first time.
i suppose you can never judge how anyone you meet will ever turn out. perhaps they'll be your good friend. perhaps an enemy. perhaps something in between.
but she's one of the gems that remains invariably herself over all of the years that i've known her. and it's nice to count on someone to be an anchor of sorts.
tonight's homework:
call up one of your anchors and tell them what they mean to you. they may live near or far, but i'm sure they'd love to hear your voice tonight.
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