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[fab_boy]

I'd heard bits of it here and there. A rough cut of a file or tape he'd bring home. Or a little melody he'd strum on the guitar that would work itself into my brain until I was humming it in the shower and doing a little dance to it in the kitchen while making the coffee.

But this weekend Stephen gave me an advance copy of the soundtrack for In

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[stephentrask]

well... now i know why it's so hard for you to speak after i comment on your work. congratulations, you found out how to shut me up.

...really. i'm speechless. i said everything, i think. i'm going round in circles in my head over all of this. intended to write about it more in my post but i couldn't. but there was something about the finished product that made me think of us... in that, i started it when things were good between us, but the final mixing and tweaking was done when i was lost without you. it's a strange timeline to listen to.

i'm glad you put the lyrics to this song here. i want to be able to come back to it when i forget about what's actually important.

i love you, rufus.

[fab_boy]

See?! It's hard!

I never thought of the timeline that way. I wonder if that's where the underlying haunted quality came from. Sometimes it's nice to know that unhappiness from ugly events can sometimes turn itself around to become something beautiful.

We all need our touchstones, baby. I think I'll use this as one, too. I love you, too.