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: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 2: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 3: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 4: You are just the fingertips of something
- 5: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 6: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 7: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 8: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 9: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
- 10: She's got a common full of love
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