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A Tale of Two Cities

      I looked across the battlefield at the opposing army. They weren’t big, but then again, neither were we. They came from the city of Walnut, a land of dark wood and even darker intentions. It was no surprise to see them on the battlefield again. Our two cities had an eternal feud, always clashing, always competing. Maybe one day we’d sort things out and make an alliance, but today was certainly not that day. Today, we fought. To the right I saw my friend Leonard take the first charge forward. Like me, he was one of the foot soldiers on the front line. He was quick on his feet and wasn’t afraid to make the first move. Our army usually moved first. We came from the city of Maple, a land of light wood, bright futures, and glorious motives. We refused to let the Walnuts push us or anyone else around. Led by our Deity, the Mighty Hand, we knew nothing could get in our way. Shortly after Leonard moved a foot soldier from the opposing army charged forward as well. Typical W...

Leaving Maine

  “I wish we could stay here forever.” I said to my crying wife as I drove away from our red brick apartment building in Portland Maine for the last time. We had driven in and out of that little parking lot so many times over the last year, it was weird to think that we would never do it again. My wife tried to voice that thought, but was overwhelmed by sobs before she could get it out. I wasn’t crying yet, but I felt the sadness too. It was just so hard to leave. Three years previously my wife looked at me one Sunday afternoon and unexpectedly said “would you want to move to Maine?” Just as unexpectedly, I replied, “yeah, that sounds fun.” We weren’t normally the adventurous type, and Maine was a long way away from our home in Logan Utah. My wife had been to Maine a few times as a kid, but I’d never been there. Why would we go to Maine? It made no sense. But in that moment, we decided we would do it, crazy as it sounded. As we drove further from the apartment, our cat started to w...