Meriwether has not ritten or goten in tuch with me for some time now.
I am begining to becum worried.
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Board, tired, alone, dissallusioned with life, and cold.
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Rainey. There is not much else to say.
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its gotten to the point where i have to pretend nudity surprises me
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Meriwether was dreaming last night.
As near as I can tell it was a nightmaer. He was calling for me in his sleep with a horrable exprecione on his face.
I woke him as genteley as I was able but he did not remember what it was he was dreaming.
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Cold, wet, and misereble.
There is not much else to say.
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Autumn at Hadrian’s Wall, on the English/Scottish border (fuggledog flickr)
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» Meriwether Lewis: August 18, 1774 × October 11, 1809
WHY DO YOU PEOPLE POST THINGS LIKE THIS?
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