Spent much of the morning walking with Hayley. I had thought I lost her at day 14, but she turned up at 17-19. We had a wonderful connection. She's working on convincing me to revise my book. She shared some songs she had written, singing in an angelic voice. We parted with a “You Can Go Your Own Way” Fleetwood Mac singalong. She’s ahead now.
19 was a tough one for me. Had great college friends, but also spent time in the hospital. Hayley met her first love in medical school while dissecting a cadaver. John met and married his wife of 41 years. He showed us a picture of the lovely Shirley.
Climbed up a mountain and took a similar pic from 17 years ago looking out over the meseta.
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