I can tell it's still the Fourth of July because the end of our street is emitting small ordnance booms. After a slow start due to construction we did not expect due to the holiday,
rushthatspeaks and
spatch and I spent the afternoon and evening with my parents where we ate all the summer foods and toasted marshmallows over the fire pit and lit sparklers, of which Rob got some photographic evidence. We did not see any fireworks, but passed a small carnival while on a post-prandial grocery run. I hadn't had corn on the cob in so many years, I forgot to make typewriter noises while eating it.
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- 1: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 8: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 9: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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