Wednesday. January 26th. 18:57PM. The Uhaul isn't splitting at the seams, we had more than enough room for everything, but over all i hope my typewriter arrives thriving on the other side. Our silver bullet Betsy is snug on the trailer -- happy for the free ride. Big Dog and i took our final rounds on the ranch during the sundown, yet before the sun fell completely to sleep i went out and took one last good look. My good friend the barn cat came when i called, her little snipped ear sending the same old pang. She walked around with me -- stopping here and there for pets and chats. This place wasn't great, but still i'm sad i suppose. I'd pictured Texas sitting different, but it is what it is and im over the moon to be going home to Wyoming. Guess it suited me just fine and it took leaving to learn a hard lesson. 

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