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June 30, 2014
A sparkling evening, with rain cleaned air, gusty winds, bright sunshine. It doesn't get any better than this. I'm hanging out in my backyard watching my cat groom, listening to the fresh tree leaves rustle. I remember, after living in CA for for maybe 4 years, we traveled 5 hours north to Mammoth. We arrived to a similar evening as this, only I hadn't heard the rustle of trees in the wind for so long, I had forgotten the sound. It was like being arriving back "home." Tantalizing. Oh, past memories are tantalizing. You can't go back. Memories are precious.