My dear friend Veda is visiting this week. She got in today, serendipitously just in time for the album release festival happening tomorrow. She arrived tired, fresh off her early morning flight, her hair longer than I remember.

A new version of Veda has arrived. One two years older than the one I knew throughout our college years together. The two of us would pull all-nighters, always ready for anything. An invite, and we were there. We’d spend evenings chatting about our dreams and how we were going to live them out together—me playing stages around the world, and her tour managing it all.

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