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A Nick Drake kind of midnight.
It's getting colder, my jumpers are out and recurring.
So many shades of nature are out, I feel blessed to be in such a beautiful environment.
(The mistake is in living in the real world, I must go back to my own)



Last night I went to see Animal Collective in London.
I went there alone, but their spirit was always with me, and they performed so powerfully.
In my tiny seat by the corner I was happy, in motion, and absorbing all the feels.
When they performed My Girls I was almost flying.
The morning train back to the South was "light"