Wednesday, November 28, 2018

thinking of the things that hurt most of the time

So that was volume 2.13, Large Notebook, wherein I started a series of seventeen songs the point and premise of which I have absolutely no idea or recollection.  Five days in, the call came in the middle of the night, and the doctor told me that Dad had died, alone in the night - which was very like him. And four days later that book was done.  And on we go to volume 2.14: Inheritance 1.

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