She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes, and I knew without asking she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias, tucked into her curls. I knew right away she was not like other girls - Grateful Dead, 1974
söndag 14 oktober 2012
Det går...
...framåt! Eller tja, kanske inte bokstavligen, då går det snarare bakåt eller stillastående. Men vilka framsteg!
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