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It's not the destination , it's the journey!
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac
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One of the prettiest songs ever written. And a nice reminder of why I--once upon a time--had so many Raitt albums. When I finally cross over to the 21st century, I'll get an iPod and reintroduce myself to her.
I have loved this since... gosh the early 90s. I play my own version which I think I sent you a while back. Maybe not.
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