Hey, I hope all’s well. It’s late and I can’t sleep. I’m a little embarrassed about thinking you were going into environmental law, not geology—it’s a false narrative I think I created early on, and it stuck— but at least it’s kind of ironically funny, given that I’d talked about not being able to trust my memory. I’d had this moment of peace and benediction and what I thought was clarity, and had to write it down. Ah, well. I hope school’s treating you nicely.
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