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I request a song on Wilco’s website, knowing it will most likely be played, but without any personal acknowledgement.
I ask anyway, for her.
“his goal, in life, was to be an echo…”
August the 18th, in the year of 2015, I sit back with a Maasai blanket wrapped around my shoulders, and wait for it.
Lyrics float by like fireflies as the temperatures drop.
Then I hear it.
“Jesus don’t cry….”
and for a moment, all becomes right in my world.
