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There's a feeling you get when summer hits and school is out. When you were younger, it might have been excitement, freedom. As you got older, it became more an interruption, an emptiness, time crawling by as you waited to see your peers again, an interlude as you waited for the next adventure. Except... on the 12th time, summer doesn't quite end. It keeps going, no matter how long you wait. That feeling - when you're the only one still wandering the campus while everyone else already left - gradually becomes your everyday. And at some point, you look back and realize this is the rest of your life.
Arrival of the Birds by The Cinematic Orchestra (@TCO_Official)
How Green Was My Valley by Richard Llewellyn
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