There is the Dan I heard about last night. The Dan that all of the musicians knew. He is wonderfully talented, humble, and giving.
Everyone loved him.
Then there is Dan. The one who would be laying next to me right now in bed- the one whose empty desk I am looking at right now. The Dan who would’ve played with Audrey this morning when we woke up so that I could sleep a little bit more. The Dan who is part of “us.”
He is lovely.
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