"Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul."

All That I Can’t Keep

In life, moments, musings, retrospect on June 21, 2007 at 1:52 am

Maybe we’ll spend the rest of the season drinking coffee too late in the evening, watching and chasing the space station through the crisp darkness, talking about skies without roofs, and giving curt farewells while making small dents in our memory.

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  1. G’day.

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