Listening to Aimee Mann's new album and thinking of Lu. She's away on seminar for a few days, which gives me time to reflect. And it strikes me how Ms Mann's music reminds me of dear wife. Neither trite nor in-your-face, instead continued company brings about a slow-burning addiction. Strong and articulate, tender and insightful. And there comes the day when it becomes part of you, when you feel nothing more comfortable than to sit and converse all day.
"Beautiful. I wish you could see it too. Baby, how I see you."
I miss you.
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