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I am all a flutter. A small group of beloved college friends from across the country (and, actually, across the pond) are descending on Minneapolis tomorrow for a weekend of… well, nothing in particular. Just a moment in time to connect, giggle (100% inevitable), cry (also inevitable), and generally wax poetic about everything… and nothing. There is simply no way I’d rather spend my time. So in homage to our Freshman year, a little musical trip down memory lane. Yellow Sky by Book of Love from their self-titled album, 1986.

Book of Love