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I suppose it is kind of like riding a bike. I remember the basics. The feelings this evokes, if not the cumbersome metaphors and run on sentences. We gotta start somewhere. 

Went to St Andrews yesterday. Returning to places every five years is bizarre. It's almost like finding an old CD that had songs you forgot existed but really liked at the time. 

My thoughts have circled the past a lot lately. A scar that's healed but itches and is visible from the corner of my eye. 

Would you look at that - the metaphors came right back.

"As the World Falls Down" - the lyrics are beautiful. I wish it was a love song because it's meant to be.