i remember sitting on a bench in august, staring at this screen- my feet tired, my head heavy with the things i'd seen, with the things i couldn't begin to articulate.
i remember the piano score was at just the right volume; i could still hear the things i wanted to: the footsteps moving in and out, the quiet sounds of the person next to me, there in the dark.
it was one of the best moments of my life.
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