I can’t write without music, and the only time I’m in the mood for writing is between twelve midnight to breakfast. There’s something about midnight music, something so touching, so personal.
I heard Roberta Flack singing “First time ever I saw your face” and I can’t describe how I felt hearing her husky, melancholic voice. So…reminds me of something…can’t describe it, can’t describe how I felt.
I’m moved.
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