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september leaves me homesick.
it leaves me daydreaming and longing.
i'm listening to songs right now, that feel like september.
jann arden is singing cherry popsicle to me right now.
and yes, that's september.
and all morning, daydreaming, dancing, singing to feist
but i'll write all about her tomorrow in wundertuete
canadian singers and songwriters have always been a lovely thing,
but on september days, all the more.
maybe that's just my "too far from home" voice calling me?
and singing her lull?