Whiskey Notes and Parachuting Fish
the ups-and-downs and sides-to-sides of the little things that make up life
We used to call it the March of Pride. And boy, the walk from the frat houses, across the IM fields and back to the dorms was one long, open march. Glad I never had to do it
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