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You are oh so many things to me, and it's these things that I think of every time I squint at the sun. You are a rock climber and a perfect elipse and a universal truth and a refracting lens and a piece of driftwood and a boom of bass. I am a piece of rope and a puddle in the driveway and a hot coal and a bearer of good news.
This is what September in Halifax does to me.
This is what September in Halifax does to me.