No matter where I go, how I feel, who I'm with--or without--the minute I hear Paul Simon's voice I am home. Some little locked door behind my heart, right next to where my soul must be, bursts open and I remember everything that is good and right and lovely. Which is why, when I'm feeling like I need to recalculate, I listen to that man all day long. And then, just when I thought I couldn't love Mr. Simon anymore he goes a writes this song just for me on this long, lazy, quiet Saturday. My Pittsburgh adventure is forever marked.
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Go to the "embed" button on you tube and you can choose the size, colors, etc! I have def missed a lot lately, you moved? One of your sisters is pregnant? All kinds of craziness. Hope you are well!
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