Apr 152014
 
The wind blow fearfully in the mountains The limbs look like they will blow down
The wires are dancing, maybe their last dance Where are flashlight and kindling for the fire
Paradoxically, the world seems to be slowing down I don’t feel like there is anything left to accomplish
except to be here, talking to you… Listening to my favorite group
U2, “Where the Streets Have No Name”
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