06.26.05 - 12:35 a.m.

My good friends Andre and Adam are 1000 miles from home, meaning they're here, and asleep downstairs. I'm up here by an open window, being the intermediary between inside and out.

The voices of a backyard party two houses over is like the song of a single nightingale, plus a boombox.

I've walked a lot today, but now I'm home.

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i whisper hello to everything