
Golden cappelletti and rosolio await us.
Where is she?
Her flight was a half day, but landing in dayside should wake her enough for a convo and connect.
Board flips ETA to delay as unsought crew walks through and wintry breeze provides impetus for a self-embrace of hope and assurance.
Eyes will remain glued and I will remain shoed—for regarding a rendezvous, it cannot be one—it must be two. ; )
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