obviously. in the next three years, i can't save the world. or maybe in the next thirty. but i can do what i can. i can make sure i am carbon neutral. try to fuck up less. turn things off. buy new better lightbulbs. all the little things add up big.

or. enjoy it all. go outside and love the green and the summer heat and the tides and the ocean and the rising tide.

come here, uncle john's band. got some things to talk about, here besides the rising tides.

♥

slowly i can feel the song creeping in, the sleep seeping, exhale. closed eyes, neck rolls.

relaxing, thinking about jamaica. thinking, i want to tell you these things. but you're a whole nother story, and i'm ready for bed/sleep/new york tomorrow!

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