our songs are not safe anymore. they do not recognize our voices. they do not make a sound. and they are too familiar. now that they are over, let us hide them away. let them be forgotten. let someone else find them. let them surprise us anew.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
I love your display photo. OMG!
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