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This is the place where our memories began. A creek at the bottom of a canyon, red cliffs on either side and a giant pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on. Paths that we created through the woods and up and down those copper canyon walls while we pretended to be wild Injuns or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse. You were on your knees, in the middle of the creek, when I found you. A neighbor girl, trespassing. I had a mind to chase you off until I asked what you were doing. You looked at me, smiled, and said, "Catching crawdads. Come help!" After that day, we spent Springs and Summers building fort walls and chasing frogs, s

There are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close. The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan