1/1/2020: a memory:
waking up at 10am in a friend's flat in southport after a house party that ended at 3am to put more money in the meter so i wouldn't get fined, then going back to sleep till 1pm, singing my kind of woman at the top of my lungs, playing my friend's guitar in the empty flat, meeting Parisha and Nate and Miriam at costa like it's the most natural thing in the world, driving back to liverpool at 3pm with the massive orange sun just setting, dipping below the horizon, the crescent moon already shining high on the other side, the sky a pastel mix of pink and blue, a goodbye glow from angular light softened by the evening mist rising from fields and meadows.
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