"And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us
Into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you're away
When I am missing you to death." --The Postal Service, "Such Great Heights"
A quiet if weirdly busy day today, but a good one. Lots of time for contemplatin' stuff and this song seemed to fit that mood. It was actually the Iron and Wine version I heard today (that really fit the mood!), so that's the one I'll link to below.
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