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Down goes the sun, up goes the moon, out come the stars. Well, they don't always come out in DC, NYC, or the many other places from which So Sick Kickers hail, but they're still out there! Stars always remind me that our struggle for human connection doesn't have to be as difficult as we make it-- you don't need a computer to share a moment beneath the sky. But difficult it is, because come morning the stars burn out of the sky and I'm left wondering if anyone else feels their absence as I do.
Down goes the sun, up goes the moon, out come the stars. Well, they don't always come out in DC, NYC, or the many other places from which So Sick Kickers hail, but they're still out there! Stars always remind me that our struggle for human connection doesn't have to be as difficult as we make it-- you don't need a computer to share a moment beneath the sky. But difficult it is, because come morning the stars burn out of the sky and I'm left wondering if anyone else feels their absence as I do.
