Tuesday, August 9, 2011

then they just put down their hands and moved into the sky

and we had barely said hello and it was time/to say goodbye

In two days, it will be my one year anniversary here in New Orleans. I'm lying in bed, wine drunk and sweaty from a combined bike ride and lack of great AC, singing sultry Ani DiFranco songs into the dark and I realized this felt familiar.

I'm still sweaty, tired, happy, and sad.

It still feels right.

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