Day 22: It felt good to get back to work today after such a long hiatus, good to see that for all the posturing and foolishness of recent weeks, some stability remains in the Universe. Rampart Ridge hadn't tumbled down. The grasses in Longmire Meadow continued to gossip among themselves in soft whispers. The shadows took the pools and hot springs in their arms and sang to them as gently as they had ever done. Beyond the evergreens, above the ridges and folds of land, the Mountain dominated Earth and sky. Everything was just as I'd left it, if perhaps a little more golden around the edges. Three weeks is a long time to go without touching base with your oldest friends.
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