The Last Waltz of the Careless
I should not have gone. I knew this at the time, with the same certainty with which I knew that C minor sounded sadder than C major. But I went anyway, because there is a particular kind of courage that has nothing to do with bravery and everything to do with the simple, desperate need to do something that was not expected. The dress was the kind of dress that made its own arguments. Deep red...
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