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Have listened to this song fifty million times today:

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and
when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate
that God himself did make us into
corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch,
but it's thoughts like this
that catch my troubled head
when you're away, when I am missing you to death.
When you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows,
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights.
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
I've tried my best to leave
this all on your machine,
but the persistent beat
sounded thin upon listening.
And that frankly will not fly,
you will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights.
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
"Come down now," but we'll stay...

As performed by Iron & Wine.

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Have a few leads on some summer jobs, thanks to internet and FACS. Refuse to settle for a boring, ordinary life (possible downfall?) (!), and so continue to make everything more work than it could possibly ever need to be. Like that sentence for example. Will send out finished resumes by Friday.