Thursday, April 4, 2013

A memory

A memory from the bleary early weeks:

The middle of the night, the three of us awake, Luke setting up speakers in the bedroom to listen to music.

Listening to Kishi Bashi's "Bright Whites" with his lyric of

you and me at the edge of the world
which is exactly how it felt.  Exhausted, marveling.

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