I’ve been more than a week ramblin’ now, and it’s been pleasant. My stay in Missouri has been idyllic really, awash in the unbelievable greenery of the Ozarks - with the requisite ticks, chiggers, and mosquitoes, of course. Which, I guess, is a decent enough metaphor for the time spent here. I am reminded of why I left Missouri to begin with. It’s not the inconvenience of reaching civilization, the daft villagers, or the silence of the wilderness; it’s how lonesome a guy can feel away from the likeminded. I know if I stay much longer I’ll have traded wasting my summer on the coast with wasting my summer in the hills. I do feel somewhat enriched, however, by lazy days spent picking the plentiful black raspberries that grow on my mom’s hill, and long nights
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