A brief recap from our time together in Pennsylvania ->
We learned that we did not know our animals very well, we listened to this and our world was made bigger, we went hiking in the Catskills in NY, we laughed, *some of us cried, and we read poems in the car.
It was everything it could have been.
I’m in D.C. as I write this. I’m in a state of panic and praying that I can actually make my flight tonight. . .
Something will happen, good or bad and I am confident there is some sort of resolution . . . this always happens with big travels and sometimes I question why I like all this so much.
“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”– Matthew Arnold
[Photos: Union Dale, PA//Grace Farson]
GRACE FARSON 
This poem was talked about on the trip. Dover Beach. Mind blown, whether or not that was intentional on your part.
both. i remember we talked about it. went back and read it and remembered why i liked it again.