Never grow up

By kamikaze

Reach for the Moon

I told my friend Mary that I wouldn't name this entry this, but it fits pretty well. We spent the day in Columbia, so that she could buy a mandolin. We went out to lunch and to some bookstores and then headed home. This was just outside the parking garage.

I discovered later that my roommate Anna was also in Columbia today, though neither of us knew it.

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