When we first met, they were nice people with better serves than mine.  They became partners, drinking buddies, dining companions, tournament comrades, amigas to share weekend adventures with. The gentleness of friendships that have floated imperceptibly from “Nice to meet you” to “No, you were snoring” left me breathless as we sat out there in single digit temperatures. I felt a palpable connection to the people around me, and others in our posse that aren’t in this photograph.

What good fortune to have found my tribe, I thank you.

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