Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Monday, May 3, 2010

Here Comes The Sun

Things are gonna be alright. I can tell.

This weekend I went to Merlefest with Sydney. We went to concerts, sipped frozen lemonade, and licked powdered sugar from our sticky fingers. While there, I forgot about everything.

Saturday night, a sexy Irish band played and we headed to the dance tent, where bodies jumped and crashed into each other. My laughter was inaudible against the drums and accordions.

A snapshot:
I'm mid-air, my hair exploding as I leap. I glisten with sweat.

We fell asleep to the sound of banjos. With blisters on my feet and the sun in my face, we danced, we sang, we lived.

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