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I just drove a hundred miles from Andover to Northampton. Like some kind of reverse Santa Clause, I glided over the dark countryside with a car full of presents for me. My family celebrates Xmas old school, on the 24th. Normally, I stay over and hang out the next day but threats of a huge snow storm drove me home. On the ride I listend to my new cd/mp3 player, specifically to a disc of 150 songs my brother compiled. I think I got through about 25 of them before I got home. The stars disappeared on the way and the moon was barely visible through the clouds. When I stepped out of the car in my driveway, feeling like I was stepping out of a dream, I heard an owl hooting in our back yard.
My niece and nephew are the hippest babies in America - falling to sleep each night listening to Pink Moon on repeat.
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