This is one song which resonated perfectly with me, though I was only thirteen when it was on the air. I remember standing on the brow of the hill overlooking the classrooms at Jericho Hill School for the Deaf and Blind one March afternoon. On my transistor radio came this song and I thought how it reflected my life. Listen to the song here.

This blog covers my writing and other aspects of my life. I thought of it after I just finished reading.

This Word Press site is a wordwalk at the intersection of Alice Avenue and Memory Lane. Considering some more important numbers, I smile to wr.

I decided for unknown reasons that I should complicate my online life by becoming a tweeter. The sighted gal who reads to me.

Sprigs of green waited to be eaten,. As if rolling across like foam on the sea. Air pushed the sprigs of green,. Maybe one would be lucky to escape. Harmonic Faces, A Poetic Reveal.