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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
On Billie
I have loved Billie Holiday since I was a sentimental thirteen year old. Now I am a sentimental twenty two year old, and I sing along to her songs with words rustled from memories of nights alone, tossing and longing, nine years ago. It is so sweet.
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