On Friday we toasted dawn with prosecco and rode the cage to the sky. Fate cruelly prevented me from making our Saturday date on time. But I did show up then searched for you until my camp went wheels up after, in the process, packing your email into our container shipment.
In years of burning, not making it to see you at Center Camp stands out as a singular regret. I'd like to make it up to you in grand fashion.