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On the day I was to fly to Montreal, I am instead spending the morning watching old skating videos. Including Muramoto & Reed's cherry blossom free for the second time this week. But we'll never even look at that program the same way, now that he has proven all too much like those blossoms, giving us beauty, but gone too soon. I hope to record my latest song sometime over the next few days, but I fear pollen season is already upon us, so I don't know if that's going to let me. I hope so, though, I want to be done with it. I think I might make my next song "Nuclear Seasons."
Life isn't paused here yet. Outside my window, the house across from us is even still having their new fence put in.