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last night, we packed seven people into a glorious igloo that kyle had created and our smiles grew wider than anything i had seen in a while. everything felt epic. sean sang us songs that he wrote, crafty words spilling out of his mouth after he told us that the lyrics in rock songs seem to matter the least. he serenaded us while i remembered that this is what i had been wishing for, hoping for, waiting for. everything just was. i'm glad everyone's come home or come around, i'm ready for you, i've been missing.
it's amazing how quickly things turn for the better when i need them to the most; when i'm sure that i'll never feel anything but grey i find people can pull the best of strings from under their sleeves. and whenever i see two dollar bills, sunken eyes and an aura of death, my dear, i will think of you -- but i never want to turn out as you have.