You are most welcome, though as I'm sure you know, I have little recollection other than having a good time and perhaps losing a sock. More and more hazy memories are coming to light as each day passes.
And you have definitely been my favorite firework in a magnificent display.
Oh, I can imagine your memory was indeed hazy. I don't think I had a drop of alcohol in the house the next day, and I'd bought quite a bit for the party. I doubt you're the only one with memory issues, however, so don't feel so badly.
You are a joy, Steven. None of that was wasted brooding, because after all, it did sountrack many an angsty youth's teen years. I know I was one of them.
In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, Through the country side-joyous as if I were with a woman.
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And you have definitely been my favorite firework in a magnificent display.
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But I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one who suffered the following day.
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down there
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Please, tell me more.
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In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will have no thoughts:
But infinite love will mount in my soul;
And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,
Through the country side-joyous as if I were with a woman.
Arthur Rimbaud
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