Do you remember That kitchen?
The sun somehow peeking into an otherwise dark place.
Warmth. Youth. Strength and passion. True passion.
"Cyprus Avenue" over eggs and bacon. Baths. Games. Long nights.
My favorite.
Most things appear to run together as one used, old record. I can't help it.
Sometimes I think it'd be nice to go back and warn the kid in That kitchen.
No.
He'll miss It when It's gone.
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