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Showing posts with label over. Show all posts
Sunday, February 24, 2008
24th July
'Is it over?' she asked. I thought about her question; yes, it was over, but 'over' was such a harsh word, such a hard word to say.
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I was sitting at home this week watching the kombies and open-backed lorries go past, cram-full of excited singing girls on their way to...
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Harold Budd Back in the 70s I had a friend called Howard, who lived in Wimbledon village, and we met regularly to listen to and discuss ou...
HAROLD BUDD: go in peace
Harold Budd Back in the 70s I had a friend called Howard, who lived in Wimbledon village, and we met regularly to listen to and discuss ou...
