24 April 2017:
"What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
Oh what if I'm not what you think I am?
What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win,
And chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?
'Cause I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up" --Ingrid Michaelson, "Giving Up"
I've heard this song a million times before, but never really listened to the words all that closely. Today I finally did. Lovely--a bit of hope hiding in plain sight and sort of perfect for a rainy spring day.
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