Yesterday, I wanted to hike a mountain. I met friends, we drove to a trailhead, we parked. Everything was normal. Another car pulled into the otherwise empty parking area. Out of the other car stepped a friend I met a year and a half ago in Xela, Guatemala. I didn't know he was in Kodiak. He didn't know I was in Kodiak. There we were, reunido, at the base of a random mountain on a remote island in the Gulf of Alaska.
I will never understand the way the world works.
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