20 December 2006

this guy

...has been rocking me to sleep since I was fourteen. Never looked. Never even knew who was who or what was how or why or when or where. Even as old Robert Deschamps would be telling me of him in our nightly talks over glasses of champagne, I had no clue. It wasn't anything to do with my walking around mind. Couldn't even have told you his name if I saw a picture of him. Couldn't have put any other faces with him. Couldn't have told you Thing One about him until this year. (The internet connects dots.) Still this is the guy I've heard in my head when I've seen beauty and felt love for most of my life. My dreams are frequently set to his guitar. So I can state unequivocally this is not skin deep....

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