Song lyrics that didn’t want to be a song. Here’s to the impossible task of expressing the absolute depth, width, and multi-dimensional profundity of love for any being:
Appropriately enough, it is raining here for the first time in months after a record dry spell – can you (dry) spell D-R-O-U-G-H-T? Our parched rainforest soil is soaking it up, and I’m thinking about Baby Firefly, and wondering what rain must feel like for the first time.
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