Many nights spent this past summer sitting on a cement wall alongside some rapids, talking and talking the hours away... (now 2:30 am is definately much closer to my waking-up time than my concluding-conversations one).
Some wisdom these hours have to pass on to the rest of us? I don't know. Something I got out of it is that music is good, music brings us together, not like television which holds us apart and makes us ignore each other. Music can be a conversation piece, it can ignite fiery debates, it can remind us of wonderful times.
What else? Perhaps that time travels at a different pace when there is nowhere to go and when everything is dark except the streetlamps and maybe the moon, when there's nothing to do but debate at the night until it's convinced to become morning...
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