…as we listened to the blonde on blonde….like we were in a church in a place of worship…the room was dark…the smoke was thick…the spirits were high…we played it over and over…like a mantra…that we wished never ended…did it?

I dont think so…because I am still there…when the oxygen was so low that the candles went out….we breathed another air…another life came that never left…still is here….like a story that still is being written…the book is not closed….yet!