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Happy Valentine's Day

If you're with someone, you love this day. If you're not, you're likely spewing venomous curses on the world. OR you might be a jaded, cynical beast somewhere in between, ranting your conspiracy theory about the card companies, candy makers, and florists.

Whatever your take on romantic gestures, I wish you a happy day. If you love hearts and flowers, enjoy! If you can't stomach one more mention of the holiday, go eat some chocolate or buy new shoes and shut up about it. For the cynics: lighten up. Go kiss someone. It'll make you feel better.

And for my valentine: our song.


These Are Days

10k Maniacs


These are the days

These are days you'll remember

Never before and never since, I promise

Will the whole world be warm as this

And as you feel it,

You'll know it's true

That you are blessed and lucky

It's true that you

Are touched by something

That will grow and bloom in you



These are days that you'll remember

When May is rushing over you

With desire to be part of the miracles

You see in every hour

You'll know it's true

That you are blessed and lucky

It's true that you are touched

By something that will grow and bloom in you



These are days

These are the days you might fill

With laughter until you break

These days you might feel

A shaft of light

Make its way across your face

And when you do

Then you'll know how it was meant to be

See the signs and know their meaning

It's true

Then you'll know how it was meant to be

Hear the signs and know they're speaking

To you, to you

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