I want to go on a road trip. Like, one of those ridiculously perfect, incredibly enlightening, movie magic road trips.
I want to learn how to do a fisherman's rib stitch, and knit a billion ugly, misshapen sweaters. My friends would thank me eventually.
I want to go fishing in Maine, and stay in a shack on the coast, with only a pack of cards and a few choice books as entertainment.
I want to go climb redwoods in Washington, then go drink coffee afterword.
I want to learn how to surf, go sailing, heck, parasailing, go scuba diving.
But most of all, I want to love without ceasing, without doubt, without embarrassment, without hesitation, without thought. And I want to be known just as generously.
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