Someone broke into my apartment today. Nothing was taken, but it's clear that someone was there, and that they escaped out the back of my bedroom into the backyard.
In the hall they were laughing. Men and women stood talking in the light of the meadhall door and on the narrow streets below; on the lower hillside boys and girls play near the sheep pens, shyly holding hands
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It's likely that tomorrow, I'll regret posting this.
Nonetheless, I want to tell you about this one phrase that has been running through my mind since I picked Kelly up tonight for dinner at Ruth's Chris...
"And suddenly, every love song I've ever heard... finally stopped sounding ridiculous and far-fetched... and started making sense."