I went away to the mountains for Labor Day weekend.
Smores, tire swings, hammocks, a campfire, a 95-year-old grandmother, a double rainbow, pow wows, walks on a farm: We were so high up that the sky really did seem within reach, each blink of the Milky Way weeping towards us.
This is what I crave: my patchwork family.
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