Oh, the Places We'll Go!


Oh, the Places You'll Go! - Burning Man

This book is gifted a lot this time of year, and I honestly love it. The words are so whimsical and inspiring, yet tap a particular strain of truth. I know its blind popularity is about as annoying as the fact this was done at Burning Man, however, I think of this video frequently during the graduation time of year. And this year, it really made me think of you. I look forward to living the words of this book alongside you for quite some time to come.

Always yours,
      Sam



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