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some people will live

some will die

some, with help, will survive.

[principles of triage]

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someday we'll live in the mountains, where the people are clear-headed and split their own firewood. there will be a house, painted blue, and the first thing i'll hear when i wake up in the morning is the swishing pine tree tops in the wind.
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norah will love to go bouldering even though she'll be like seventy-four in dog years, so on weekends we'll take her rock climbing and try to dred our hair with our chalky fingers. we won't worry about our abs anymore because we've finally come to terms with how damn good-looking we actually are. in the evenings, we'll invite everyone we know over and make tea late into the night and watch norah chase neighborhood kids on bikes.
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the clear air will do a lot for our stress levels, as in bring them down to nil. mountain people don't do dumb things like use leaf blowers or do a lot of social networking or question the humanity of women, so we will finally all be on the same page.
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i will try to talk to people, really talk, and try to really love them, and try to heal things that are crooked. i will listen to all stories, even the ones that scare me, and tell my own, even the ones i thought i would never tell anyone, because this more than anything else sounds like humanity, sounds like moving further up and further in, and this is what i want to do.