melancholy half smiles, salty sweet victories.
high hopes and half hearted plans
coming together yet falling apart
so many laughs bounded by the imperfection of it all
so much pain. so much triumph.
My 80s.
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Man oh man, music takes you back like a time machine and sometimes the stuff you see-feel is almost as raw as the day it happened.
It’s nice to get back to the present and look across the cockpit at my co-pilots. So excited for what’s coming.