We talked for just a minute, next to a fire. Then you left - it looked like to be with your boyfriend/ male companion. But then you came back … said something like – “didn’t want you to think I was leaving…” But I was already on my way, wandering aimlessly on the playa with friends. I now keep thinking of you, wishing so much that I had stopped, held you, kissed you - you were so beautiful. In the fog of the burn – does this ring a bell? I was in a green jacket, straw hat, from Boston. Would love to hear from you. Even if you don’t write back, please know that you remain a perfect vision -- so beautiful and alive and kind.