Someone choose: who's left & who's leaving?
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I looped my way down to the Gulf and back up again to this cold northern city. Places claim you same as
people, and I swear, someday I'll learn how to teleport so I can be everywhere I love, with everyone I
love, whenever I want. I am restless, pining. In the meantime - it is autumn. I have a Louisville
feather in my hat and I carry with me a small brown box, which contains a leaf shaped like a heart & three
Chinese firecrackers I found under a hotel room bed. I surround myself with goodluck charms and good
friends, I drink whiskey & wine, and I write, and I play music. What more can I ask for, really?