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Beirut- Postcards From Italy
I met a guy a couple thousand hours ago.
There’s no hope for it to work out in the future because, much to my own detriment, his and my home have a few thousand fences between the both of us.
However, I find it comforting to remember that what gives life its vitality is recognizing the unmistakably wonderful moments while they are within your grasp. After that, all you have are the few songs that remind you of those brief encounters.
It was a good week, and the aftermath is a beautiful melody that reminds me of you when I hum and dance down Haight Street each morning.
