Thursday, April 12, 2007
Reminiscence
I'd be hard pressed to decide what I consider the most brilliant high in the world -- discovering the most heartbreakingly, achingly, gorgeously perfect piece of music and lyrics, or a connection. The beauty of it all is that, for me, neither can ever get old. I could never tire of this variety of intoxication.
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