Memories can be the heavuest things . I alwasy associate Blue with a flat in Dortmund and a friend I visited on Friday's at the end of the working week. We uded to smoke a bit and drink a bit and joke a but. But we also used to listen to music a bit. Blue was one of the records Matt played and I feel something descend in me as I write this.. An anchor to the bed of an ocean.My mood plummets. Then rises again.
But 'the wind is in from Africa.' Carey is the story of a hippyush romance on Crete and you feel the joy and the transition and the joy. The sunlight streaming through the window. Let's go to the Mermaud Cafe have fun tonight.
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