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Sunday nights.


Sunday, some twenty-five or thirty of us all took the bus to Bon Iver. We sat on the lawn outside: lay on our backs watching the stars during the opener, and knotted and piled ourselves together when it got cold and Bon Iver began. I like people, sound, and thinking.

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