can you call sushi, a (nearly) full moon, laughing till it hurts, 80-degree weather, being spontaneously serenaded in a cul-de-sac, reunions, and spending time with both people you are closest to and people you've never met anything less than exquisite?
no. you can't. it would be the acutest blasphemy.
it was dream-like in quality and ephemeral in hindsight.
ephemeral.
don't you just love that word?
just not what it explains.
fake palindromes -- andrew bird
love vigilantes -- iron & wine
coal war -- joshua james
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