I don't know what it was, whether it was the adagio melting in my fingers or my head becoming an empty hall or Noah's dark fingers on the Baldwin (not chipped, the paint not worn like Cosmo's) or the rush of water at the (synthetic) waterfall (which echoed two songs to me, American Football's Never Meant and The Arcade Fire's Tunnels) or the stars
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