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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Shipwrecked

Since I've been soul-searching for much of today, I'll share the following, perhaps this disturbing insight with you.

When I was a sprat of ten or so, I played this song over and over and over again. It's words resonated deep within me much like what the Sun does to our skin on a hot summer day. It burned.

A rock feels no pain.

An island never cries.

Thanks, dad, wherever you are.

G'nite

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