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ten may
one : eleven p.m.
the clouds were all wispy swirls in the sky as we drove country/mountain/backroads and all i thought about was destinations and how this is how we'll communicate (and pianos filled with flames), and how you stood and watched me go.
listen : "holland, 1945" by neutral milk hotel