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December 22, 2020
Dec 10: I visit UP now and again. Our part of the woods is quiet and never-changing. "Our" meaning my good friends from the mountains. They showed themselves for the first time during sophomore year. The group composition varies. Most times it's a tall fairy and a pixie, sometimes it's an Ent-like being with an elf perched on it. They don't talk, they merely sit with me. Throughout college I met with them once or twice a month and though there are no words exchanged, I always leave feeling-better. Braver. Happier. They're still there, I visit sometimes.