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Originally Posted by amicus_curiae
I think of you twenty times a day as I watch, twenty times a day, the fires burning my birth State, your home State. I saw the photos you posted. Destruction. Violent destruction. Death. “After the first death there is no other.” (Popular Welsh Poet)
I am not creative. I lurk around woodwinds with sodden reeds and can poorly play notes from sheet music. I have no art.
But I cannot imagine living life without music. (I am secretly queer for opera)
Righto.
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I am a child
I last awhile
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Well, here's a curiosity: I am listening to music while I'm online. Neil Young. So which song was playing just as I looked at the bottom of your post? Yep.
I Am a Child.
Pop magic! 
And...what a song.
Thank you so very much for your beautiful words, your sympathy. The situation is a real mess. A true tragedy. More fires merged and started today...the smoke is causing my smoke alarm (and those of my neighbors) to go off all night. I finally beat the thing down with a broom handle sometime during the night.
And now onto Screamin' Jay Hawkins.....