Your eyes watched me faithfully, fingers carefully following the dips and turns of my imperfect singing, matching the patchwork of words to the rhythm of music.
Read More“Jimi Hendrix is black?!” It was a rhetorical question I suppose.
Read MoreYour eyes watched me faithfully, fingers carefully following the dips and turns of my imperfect singing, matching the patchwork of words to the rhythm of music.
Read More“Jimi Hendrix is black?!” It was a rhetorical question I suppose.
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