Beirut, The Flying Club Cup, which I have listened to no less than four-hundred and eighty-five times. And yes I can play some of those songs on my accordion quite well.
See I'm being good! I'm posting this right away instead of later. I just got back from eating dinner down at the creek and it was lovely there. Rainy... but lovely. If there's one thing I've learned, it's if you wait for it to stop raining before you go somewhere, you'll never go anywhere. And you'll miss the sound of the dripping water, and the beauty of the early evening fog rolling in, and the smell of the fresh damp earth. Plus, with a nice crackling fire, everything seems cozy. T
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It is beautiful down by the creek...
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