sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain

Nov 18, 2010 01:36

mama don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together.

two hours of watching my favorite (ok. second.) band live: crying, intense joy, thrilling, heart-pounding, incredible.

and it could hardly compare to a two-word text message you sent me during the concert.

"Life-changing?"

no.

you are.
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