Meadow Brink is a mystery, inside a puzzle, filled with paradox, surrounded by a maze. I don't get her and probably never will. But sometimes we get along long enough to make really cool shit. She's my Eastman. And I'm her Laird. Or at least that is how it felt on this spring morning in Pensacola. Hope this finds her doing well.

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