Syracuse is cold, friendly, and friendless. Maybe it's an invitation to discover myself. Out among the trees and stretches of dotted highways, this is my do-over. Each day is a signal flare tossed up high, illumining some thing I didn't have eyes to see or ears to hear. Well, you've got my attention, self. Here's to the memories! I look forward to getting to know ya.
Signed,
Finnegans
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