"Somewhere through the centuries, something happened, and all the warmth slowly bled out of Saint Augustine. It must've happened during those years when it stood empty, forgetting the feeling of being a lived-in place, becoming something more like the mountains. Something cold.

Or maybe it was us. Maybe we were the ones who polluted it. Maybe we brought the cold in with us."

From a three-part series of playlists made for saintaugustinerp.tumblr.com

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