But that tendency to move year after year is also vexing. I'm always sad to leave. Which prompts me to say, if I don't say it enough: thank you to my family and my friends. I hope you know that when I wander into the forests and climb my way up the mountaintops, that I still think about you and miss you. I always wish that you were there. I hope that you know most of all that you are as special to me there as anywhere. And of course, that I love you.
Love,
Zoe
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