Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Wild Is The Wind

Twinging... just there.  And with it a dash of provocation.  Building on something, something very dear.

Two of my favorite versions of this song, gifts from those gone ahead.  We can feel ourselves, in our decaying bodies, in the dreams behind us and the lessening tomorrows.

David Bowie

Nina Simone 

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