I'm sitting on my porch at 1:30 in the morning. I can hear the downtown bustle, heels clicking, eyelashes batting, beer can crushing. Oh Gainesville. Oh oh jesus how I love this place
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A banjo, accordion and violin played a midnight waltz on a porch last night. Friends drank to friends who were leaving forever. And I said goodbye to my love underneath the moon and bike lights and boarded that ride to India. 1,2,3...1,2,3,...1,2,3...