Hidden creek.

A small creeks runs between rocks and mountain laurel. There are many fallen leaves and small patch of clear sky. It is winter, and shadows are long.
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A small creeks runs between rocks and mountain laurel. There are many fallen leaves and small patch of clear sky. It is winter, and shadows are long.
Took a hike today to a shared secret spot. Scattered some ashes and remembered. If you can't be nostalgic on Christmas, then when else?

RIP, String. Thanks for all the miles.

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