9.45pm here in the uk.
Downing a bottle of wine, listening to all my favourites…
Why, come a little bit closer, over and over, brown eyes, warm ways, spare me a little, mystified, wish you were here, show me a smile, and so on….
Feeling very melancholy. The family knows to leave me alone.
Damn
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'Where words fail, music speaks'
Mick Fleetwood
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