November 19, 2006

  • Fritch, TX

    Matt was particularly protective on this trip.  He always is, when we venture into rural areas, where there aren’t many non-white folks.  Fritch is actually where my old ex-boyfriend is from.  He never told me that he lived less than 5 miles from a lake (and yet he never learned to sail).

    On the way to Fritch

    School in Fritch

    Fritch in the sunset

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