seventy-four: “michicant” by bon iver.

my nephew and I. colorado. july 2012.

I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age
Melic in the naked, knew a lake and drew the lofts for page
Hurdle all the waitings up, know it wasn’t wedded love
4 long minutes end and it was over it’d all be back
And the frost took up the eyes

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