Alaska: Day 27: 8-1-93: Bummed Out
Today was totally depressing. One by one, everyone left. They hopped in rental cars, flagged taxis, mounted bicycles, thumbed rides . . . and went off to continue their varied regular lives. I have their addresses, but I fear -- as is regrettably often the case -- that I shant see most of them ever again. At least I have my memories, and this journal, to remind me of just how special they were. I'm too dejected to write any more today. Tomorrow, for my grand finale, I'll give you a special treat -- I'll write in real time, for a change (consider it like a special "live" episode of a beloved television show).
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I think I got here early...
Or make that thirteen years late. This reminds me of graduation. We have finished and must now move on. I cried for a week after graduation. Wouldn't you know it, only one friend stayed with me after we all went out into the 'real world'.
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