"There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leader rang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden." - The Great Gatsby
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July 4, 2010
Jet Lag
The best part is rising naturally with the sun, when everyone else on the streets is sleeping still, and you're curled up with a book (Francesca Lia Block's Necklace of Kisses) with faint music lulling in the background. You're still flushed with the joy of your miraculous score on your final exam, and although the words don't seem to run like wine just yet, the pretty words seem to stir something inside of you that you thought was already dead.
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