An extra post, because it's a special day today.
In the car last week, listening to Thor's burn of Edie Brickell's Volcano, in the passenger seat while K. drove. Midnight, and the streets wet with rain. It wouldn't mean anything to anyone else that that's the scene, and that's the music. But years and years ago, and it was me in another car, with my first love; now it's the same singer, and I'm with the person who I hope is the last of my loves. There's a bittersweet symmetry to it.
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