on the spring side of winter i am prone to romanticize the cold months. can you blame me? everything and everyone around me is coming to life with the sort of triumph that can only be achieved after seasonal sacrifice. then i hear a song on radio 2 with the texture of billy bragg minus political angst. saturated with pure wintry whimsy and juxtaposed against gomez's see the world, i don't stand a chance.
preview david francey's 2003 album in its entirety here.
You may ask yourself, "How did I get here?".
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I'm going to tell you all about L'Eroica California in painstaking detail:
Just not now.
I will say though that I've given a lot to cycling over the years...
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I like the red socks
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