Like Old Times

I’m at the Camp Greystone reunion, and it feels just the same.

Pictures forthcoming! We’re not supposed to use technology, but I could not miss reflecting on this day.

Sometimes, you return to where you’ve been. You meet yourself again—the girl you were and the one you were becoming. You let her catch up to you on the road. You walk on, gathering all the pieces of yourself you can.

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