Harry played this for me once. Made me cry of course. Thought of it today while I wished for a beach, a pin up style swimsuit, paper, a pen, a bottle of tequila and a story to write. Got a good story floating through my sparkly mind. A love story. With a sad ending. Or maybe I’ll leave it open ended. Maybe. We’ll just see…..
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