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June 22, 2019
"It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds." A little more than 6 years ago I went to a Death Cab for Cutie show alone and wept to Transatlanticism. To be honest, I forget the setlist now, if they played Transatlanticism or What Sarah Said. I just remember pining for you. Hoping you'd call and tell me you were indeed joining me. Because you said you'd like to. My younger mind couldn't, didn't, want to recognize the difference between words and actions. We are prone to give ourselves heartaches, aren't we.