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eleven may
seven : thirty-four p.m.
we were driving and they were talking, but i couldn't really tell what they were saying because i was playing that song i wrote about yesterday. and there were endless front yards and tandem bicycles and wind and sun and miles of winding pavement.
and you were in virginia.
listen : piebald; neutral milk hotel