

Your Hand in MineI was red.Your Hand in Mine
Sometimes. It depended how the lighting staff felt. I stood in a crowd, three hundred strong, here to listen, here to observe, but not all the same thing.
The man sitting by the speakers, left of the stage, had his eyes closed. He saw his defining moment. He saw his wife and child and home with a spare room and an office. He saw his car and his work desk that held a picture of his dying mother. He saw himself at his 18th birthday, singing drunkenly, sickly yet happily down the main city roads and becoming a man. This defined him. I disagreed. But I don’t think he was concerned.
I was blue. A woman o
Kurt
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