see, our first house had a basement that leaked like a sieve. it was honestly so bad we didn't try to fix it. but we mistakenly kept our assorted tapes in a holder down in said dungeon and when it came time to pack up and move, five years later (yes, a record for us staying in one place) all our taped glory was a mouldy mess.
i would have cried over it, but what would the point have been?
every once in a while, i hear one of those old songs on the radio and it takes me back in time
and it always makes me smile.
this did, too:
dine alone records and friends summer sampler 2011
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