When I was an adolescent, I spent endless hours, weekends, seasons listening to music in the dark, letting the sound wash over me. There was a certain feeling to it, a twinge of unplaceable nostalgia and a feeling of uncertainty about the path with a sureness of the outcome, confidence that you're going the right way even though you can't see.
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~ Pearl Jam
Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town
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