Revelations From The Hilltop Comments

If only there were a fly on the wall. One that could speak and eloquently re-tell all that's happened.
Every day is its own story. Every story filled with microcosms of the greater whole. I'm not sure if I can accurately describe with words precisely what is going on, or rather, what has transpired. But I do know that if I don't try my best to use words to express it then it will be lost to the feels of summer.
And so I write.
Every single conversation adds depth to those feels. And every single revelation, whether my own or one coaxed into another conversation participant, seems to place another missing piece into this jigsaw puzzle we call life.
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