WWG:
Were I to burn a custom CD for my own reverie, it would be of the priceless slow ballads of love - lived/lost/dreamed/realized/recalled.
On every album resides at least one such jewel.
Across the 4 decades I've heartlistened, I always looked at each new release for the gemstone.
At every show (front row - back row,) I've hushed breath at the debut of such a song - eyes closed.
If I lived through such an assembly, I'd do it again, for their are more arrowsongs than one CD could contain.
Hmmmm . . .
The Rez
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I came to Love the Music
Before I came to Be
[Psalm 139:13]
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