'I trust no emotion. I believe in locomotion.'
-Jeff Tweedy
So of course everyone around you thinks you're completely crazy and the sympathetic smiles and the hands that cover yours make your stomach turn to water. But, for some reason, you cannot erase the memories of wine-fueled summer nights on a front porch and the tangled mess of clothes on the floor. Of iceburg-chasing boat rides and CBC Saturday mornings and too much coffee and an easy smile that has burned it's memory into your brain, forever taunting.
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Reminds me of that song from Kim Mithchell - Patio Lanterns.
Good memories and good times are always fun to look back on.
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