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sam cooke.
Sometimes I'm trying to read or work or eat or think and I can't continue focusing because Sam Cooke or Otis Redding or Aretha Franklyn or Solomon Burke has swept me up in their soulful waves of voice.
And I love that this happens.
This post has an orphan. Just for T.
Dear you,
All I want is Otis Redding and you.
love,
Marge
p.s. And Sam Cooke and my bicycle.
p.p.s. and James Brown.