Yesterday I had to carry a few of my books home (contracts + criminal law + legal research and writing = my bag weighed thirty pounds more than usual), so I decided to take the bus. While I waited at the stop, the setting sun warmed my shoulders, the wind ran its fingers through my hair, and you played in the key of D-pressing. You and I never made eye contact, we didn’t talk, but listening to you play was the most meaningful human interaction I’ve had in days. So thank you for being there.
britt
I hope the grades are not playing D and i really hope if anybody is running fingers thru your hair and pressing or leaning on you they are prepared to meet the other end of my shot gun...
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You write so beautifully. And your Dad is as hilarious as ever.
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In love with the new look.
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