In the comments, the queen alluded to some awesome wonderfulness. But this isn’t it. I’ll save the awesome wonderfulness for the very end. If you think about it, you’ll guess the wonderfulness. In the meantime, we finished our little pilgrimage to Prada Marfa and headed back to Marfa Marfa. Prada Marfa isn’t really in Marfa. It’s about a half hour west of Marfa. Do you know if you say “Marfa” over and over it won’t seem like a real word that’s meant for anything other than to form the sounds. Marfa Marfa Marfa… like, what is that? “Fork” is like that. Fork fork fork. You say it enough it becomes meaningless. What the heck is ‘fork’? Back in the real world, if your memory isn’t too shot because you’re totally old and stuff, this was a trip for Valentine’s day. Little did we know Parada Marfa was actually located right outside the town of Valentine, Texas. Who knew? We didn’t. The universe works in mysterious ways. We headed to bustling, downtown Valentine to check out the public library. I imagine Valentine’s Day in Valentine, Texas is kinda like Christmas – the whole place closes for the entire week for...
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