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I've been spending a lot of time looking back.
I used to see poetry in the world around me. There was beauty in playgrounds, on rooftops, in the fields we had laid in a thousand nights before, looking at the stars. There was magic in the cold New England air and there was adventure in driving around this nothing town- as long as you were there and we had enough cigarettes and Bright Eyes CD’s and a camera to capture life and the sky and...
