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everybody knows

‘I saw you at the perfect place
It’s going to happen soon, but not today
So go to sleep, make the change
I’ll meet you here tomorrow
Independence Day’

(Elliott died on my 30th birthday, within days of first placing my feet on the ground in the place I am today. I spoke to him once years earlier while sitting on the stairs in a strange situation and I should have been less starstruck and more gentle. I remember both these things, and will never get over either of them.)