The Process of Leaving

So, everything is drawing to a close here in Iceland.

 Different people leave every day of the week.

Don’t worry - I am not going to get nostalgic on you.

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Heck no.

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Some friends and I went to a cabin over the weekend.

It was one of those weekends where dialogue was minimal.

We had nothing to say to one another.

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So we did everything else possible to avoid communication.

We played Pictionary.

We played cards.

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We played catch with an orange.

We went dumpster diving.

We ate the garbage that we found.

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We sat in the hot tub.

We went for a walk.

We watched Game of Thrones.

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We watched other movies.

We played that game with the names and acting and other antics.

We played 20 questions about a million times.

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Then we ate some more.

Slept a little.

And we went home.

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I am happy knowing that it was about time we parted.

We are no longer able to hold a conversation.

 We aren't?