it is early morning -- or late night -- my heart is ballooned with friendship. i listen to cantaloupe island and think on dreamy autumn nights when raindrops splatter across my windshield and my ears ring with love's laughter. the song dies out, i open my car door, and i walk inside. in a few hours time, the romance of independence will wane as blue stretches on the horizon. fortunately for me, a waxing sun will take its place among the stars.
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