4.16.20 // Emma and Dylan.

You know those people...
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The ones you can be your true unedited version of yourself with?
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For me, these are some of those humans. And I miss them. A lot.
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Here in Knoxville, I've seen the seasons change. Right before quarantine, I danced in snow and during quarantine I've seen tulips bloom, thunderstorms rage, and snakes (the sign of summer in the south) on my backyard running trail.
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As I noticed the shift of seasons, I kept thinking back to this time last year... moving from a rainy San Francisco winter into a moderate SF spring. No drastic seasonal weather shifts, but a big shift in mentality. Promises of summer adventures frolicked on the horizon...
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From ideation to creation to full send, Dylan and Emma were integral in life. Never was an adventure too grand, too outrageous, too small, or too tame.
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We found ourselves frequenting Bay Area hiking trails, trekking to Yosemite, and spending countless hours in Golden Gate park kicking the soccer ball. Beers in hand and peanut butter pretzels on the sidelines...
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Emma, the voice (literally have you heard her sing?) of reason and inspiration. As practical and rational as she is goofy and free. A true enneagram 3. Always up for sports (you should see her perfect spiral throw), a dance party, giving great advice and directing photos that hit your angles just right. The kind of friend who will give you the truth no matter what, the kind of rare human who is skyrocketing into being an amazing human and you'd be lucky to hitch a ride on the rocket as she traverses to the stars.
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Dylan, the voice (literally, have you heard him sing and play guitar?) of endearment and enthusiasm. As visionary and happy as he is friendly and grounded. A true enneagram 7. Always up for a new hip hop class, epic birthday surprises and taking photos that capture the beauty of any moment. The kind of friend who never meets a stranger, the kind of rare human who is dancing amongst the stars and always asking people to join him even if you don't know the dance.
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Yeah, I miss these humans.