Sometimes,
after a long year, you gotta get on a plane and fly to a place where summer still exists, where the sky is high and blue and the peonies are still blooming and you think a lot about those Minnesota summers you had in 2004 and 2005 and 2006 and 2007 and it's good to sit at a table outside with very old friends and drink beer and be glad, so glad, that
you made it.
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