It has a hard time leaving every year because, you see, we have this brilliant love affair.
I'm sorry. I know. You hate it. I can't help it. We have separation anxiety. You're ready for spring, and I understand. Don't worry. We had a talk. And winter really is on it's way out the door. So I've decided to go, too. I mean. One last rendezvous can't hurt, right? One last hurrah before next year.
Airport at 5 am. Park City in T-minus 20 hours. Oh, I just can't wait.
❤love.
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