~>> feels quiet today, but that's mostly because I spoke with my youngest brother by phone earlier.... which our conversation took me back to 1997 when I was waiting for him at the Union Pacific train station downtown and he was coming 'home' to stay with me for awhile... The train station newspapers where plastered with the tragic accident that Princess Diana died in... I saved the New York Times from the day. It's funny how a song or a major event connected with someone you love with all your heart will come back to you, as if it happened yesterday.
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