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Wishing you were somehow here again...

Dear Readers,

Ok, in one sense that song title correlates with what I'm thinking about. It's a stretch, though. I guess you can apply to it to my good friends and my best friend who are all off to college this week and next. Another provocation of my longing appears in a very unexpected place: High School. I don't miss walking around the halls and feeling overwhelmed, but I've been thinking about some of my younger friends participating in the Musical "Curtains." I wish I was back in the pit and wish I could go back to Jazz Band in the mornings. This week I've been getting up at the same time I would as if I were going back. It's weird being up that early in the morning and not going off to toot my horn. Tomorrow is the hello day assembly (Don't worry, I just happened across it on Facebook) and I'm debating whether I should go see how ensemble is. Alas, I don't want to go back overall. Fond memories from Jazz and Musical preformances are enough for me.

I can still talk to everyone whom I want to. Especially my best friend. "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."

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