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the moon was out and full
and that has to mean something
as we drank a bottle of gin
and talked about the pandemic
and music
and the past
and the future.

you played records:
springsteen
joni mitchell
pearl jam.

by the end
we were out of ice
and the warm gin
and pepper
and cucumber
and my headache
slowed things down,
but we were committed
to the night
and our friendship
and the ability
and need
to stay connected
and free.

i am imagine henry miller
near a war
drinking a bottle of gin
and writing similar gibberish
about how important
it is to be alive.