I later found out this happened mere minutes after Jo passed away. I ask myself now, hours after the dragonfly zipped up to me and flew off, whether my mind made the connection or if it meant something deeper. I always look for signs in the comings and goings of insects, so I believe the latter, but would it really be so bad if the former were true. Like I am just drifting. That we sometimes call life.

Most of the music I write is written as it is recorded, and the vast majority of what you hear is the first take.

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