when i hear Springsteenwhen i hear his voicebelting from the radiotelling me, telling mein his explosive wordsyou can't start a firei think of '83danc..
i do not knowif bamboo wind chimesward off evil spiritsmaybe they do.or whether they enticesouls of the departedto revisit their loved onesall things ..
a distant cousintracing our family treeforwarded to me, unexpectedlyan old monochrome phototry as i might, i dug deepto remember the day I was abrides..