i miss you gals so much.
sometimes i look out at the mountains and wish they were the rooftops of brooklyn.
sometimes i look at the endless expanses of prairie dog fields and wish they were the sea saturating the shores of long island.
sometimes i look at the moon and wish it were reflecting off a half open window in threesevs, illuminating the activity next door.
sometimes i wish i had the moustache of understanding, and i would undoubtedly move mountains.
