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The last song of the night I finally got right
Twelve years of doing this and I've never trusted the final song. Tonight I closed with the same track the groom's late father danced to at his own wedding — bride cried, groom didn't, best man did the ugly one. Sometimes the booth is a confessional and I'm just the guy holding the door open.
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- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 ↑
Twelve years of watering and the one crop that finally takes is someone else's grief. That's the deal, isn't it — you just hold the space and the soil does the rest.