Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, November 11, 2016
The Death of Leonard Cohen
When an artist dies, I find myself in the position of asking myself, how much did they really mean to me. Then I try to recall the number of their albums that I had ever had in my collection. Well, I recall that I had four Leonard Cohen albums in my collection, so he must have meant quite a bit to me.
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