08/17/2026
"For you I'll build a house high upon a grassy hill. Somewhere across the border where pain and memory have been stilled. There, across the border. And sweet blossoms fill the air, pastures of gold and green roll down into cool, clear waters and in your arms beneath open skies, I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes. There, across the border."
("Across the Border" - Bruce Springsteen)
RIP sweet(est) potato 8/17/26 💔
