I was obsessed with Pink Floyd's Learning to Fly in elementary school which counts for the first two... (that dates me slightly)I have whistled to get echos in a mountain pass.I have had daydreams (or were they waking nightmares?) about competition music in high school.I pity the person who hasn't felt the tug of undertow.Love is an act of swimming, as its current carry you forward (hopefully).My favorite thing about the rain is the smell, especially in Midwestern storms (not wimpy California weather).I guess I prefer looking and smelling roses, so on the last one I will have to disagree. ;)
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I was obsessed with Pink Floyd's Learning to Fly in elementary school which counts for the first two... (that dates me slightly)
I have whistled to get echos in a mountain pass.
I have had daydreams (or were they waking nightmares?) about competition music in high school.
I pity the person who hasn't felt the tug of undertow.
Love is an act of swimming, as its current carry you forward (hopefully).
My favorite thing about the rain is the smell, especially in Midwestern storms (not wimpy California weather).
I guess I prefer looking and smelling roses, so on the last one I will have to disagree. ;)
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