...shine a little brighter in my heart. Even though it's been dragged through the mud, the city still has an uncanny ability to put salve on the wounds the rest of the world gives us. That's a sign of home. There's still beauty there, the spirit is still there, all the things I still love about it. The spirit of the people: humor even in the face of disaster. Listen, baby, you gotta know how to laugh and have a good time, appreciate the small things. A locket that was saved, a stranger smiling at you with kind eyes, that song on the radio.
Before I drove out, I heard "Only Love Can Mend a Broken Heart" by Aaron Neville on the radio, and I started crying like a baby. It kills me to leave you, but I'll be back, NOLA. You will never see the last of me, not till I rest in your serl.
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