Does someone mind explaining to me why the Jayhawks are so perfectly paired with red wine and rainy nights?Damn.
Maybe it has something to do with the previous entry I wrote about wine making me nostalgic and melancholy. The Jayhawks do that too, you know. In specific and general senses. Much tugging of the heartstrings, m'dears, between the two. You try listening to Tomorrow the Green Grass and not feel all smooshy inside.
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