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I move on from Savannah in three weeks and gosh but I'm slightly saddened with all the little things I'll miss about this place--- riotous gin soaked wanderings through abandoned places, falling acorns putting dents in my head, twilight church bells, my roommate my roommate my roommate, elaborate bike expeditions, Thursday nite dance party, the mantle crammed with old photographs in my bedroom, sewing on the massive windowsill, this fucking library, too much intense beauty everywhere, etc etc, but then again I stutter....