(This is not my writing) As I would casually in to the field of golden ember wheat and glazed soy, I notice a small note in the back of my pocket. Only to presume I had a pleasant reminder from a friend, the filed piece reads "Never to Omit," and without looking the visuals of the evening ran back to me like an opulent wild fire hanging in the oxygen of it's own warmth. I wondered if this was in reference to the discussion Abigail and I had in regards to information and data, or the consensual occasion of acquisition among two parties. We had always grown so fond of learning together, Abigail was always an attentive listener and her knack for mnemonically derived sound kept her an inch ahead of the major populations. I hoped she could write me another note, I would miss her as she excitably strolled on to the plane departing for Iceland that evening. There are so many distances to learn when abroad, the eyes have so much fun dancing from one landscape and scenery to