I’m tired of writing about this, but I know I’ll have to write about it again. And again.

“Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they’re here to stay I believe In yesterday I believe In yesterday Oh, so suddenly I’m not half the girl I used to be No, no, no There’s a shadow hanging over me Now I long For yesterday.” A holiday weekend at …

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