the quiet endeavor

it’s early as I write this. It feels young. this fall seems like spring in ways. crickets instead of birds, college football instead of the major leage…or high school soccer -but there’s something daring about it all. and I guess it only makes sense; there’s elections, georgia tech’s got a new offense, I’ve got a few mountains to climb both personally and in communion with those I’m blessed to call friends…and remember–while summer wanes, winter waits–

yours,

Clifton
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