MY LOVE LETTER TO ANTHONY BOURDAIN

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The campfire crackles. Sparks rise. A pack of wolves howl at the moon. Our
bodies freeze. Danger? Nah, just canines bonding in the wild. Our gaze
returns to the hypnotic dance of fire and sparks. We're thinking.
Pondering. Processing.

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