Sunday, December 12, 2010

I don't know what it is, but Sundays always feel nostalgic. I can't tell if it's something in the air, or because we're getting ready to start another week. It seems like I always think of bittersweet things. It's strange when things are gone, and to know they're probably not coming back. It's even more strange not knowing how or where they've gone to. And the sad music never helps.

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