You could almost hear music.
Tag: Death
This Angel, by Llewellyn McKernan
This angel is a sweet young zebra-striped thing.
Ray Welk, 1911-1962
“I loved Ray Welk from the time I was eight years old. When the love bug bit, I felt the sting to the tip of my toes. He didn’t feel anything, he was too busy.
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The woman in my mind just now? That was my mother. Resurrection driven, gliding in and out as easily as a paschal moon, hungry for a feast.
Joan Spilman 