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Yesterday I was looking through some old boxes, and I found a bunch of albums from about 8 years ago.
I put them on my ipod, and listened to one of them today as I walked home from my sister's place.
Every word, every chord, every gap between the end of one song and the start of the next came flooding back, in an almighty rush of familiarity and warmth. It was as if I'd slipped into a favourite jumper. Like bumping unexpectedly into an old friend, and picking up as if you'd never been apart.
It is a true joy to know that no matter how much some things change, some will stay the same.
I put them on my ipod, and listened to one of them today as I walked home from my sister's place.
Every word, every chord, every gap between the end of one song and the start of the next came flooding back, in an almighty rush of familiarity and warmth. It was as if I'd slipped into a favourite jumper. Like bumping unexpectedly into an old friend, and picking up as if you'd never been apart.
It is a true joy to know that no matter how much some things change, some will stay the same.
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