Sunday: A Study in Living
Megahn and I went to see Vienna Teng play last night at The Independent.
We stood in the back, the entire room full and silent as she sang. I love those moments when a song wraps around you as if it were a warm coat.
“If this were the last slow curling of your fingers in my palm. If this were the last I felt you breathing, how would I carry on?”
Love,
M
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could make the answer to her...sweet as her melodic questions.
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