low hills

big skies.


tonight was a strange night.
Villanova beat Pittsburgh on some straight bullshit, but that wasn’t the worst of it. no, just a strange night at a bar, is all.
and that’s it. that’s all. I am listening to this song again. a freight train is moving through town. I always think to grab hold as it moves away.


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  1. Anonymous on

    nice… I concur

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