
Magnolia Harbor as the Fog was lifting
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It looks as if a fluffy gray comforter is being pulled back. Time to get up!
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Thanks, we live in an amazing place
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Ah that brings back this memory to me there in Lanesville (October 24, 1966) 🙂 Dave & Kim 🙂
Cloudy – Simon and Garfunkel 1966
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Tth-lt1TvI&index=3&list=PLuAH6mkWsvszxwNcFoAemANQ7AwQWf_NQ
Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me.
And it’s a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I’m a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine
I haven’t seen you in a long time.
Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don’t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
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Thanks Dave for the music
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Most welcome 🙂 !
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Take care
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