About Keith Hargreaves 762 Articles
Riding the one eyed horse into dead town the scales fell from his eyes. Music was the only true god at once profane and divine The dust blew through his mind as he considered the offering... And then he scored it out of ten and waited for the world to wake up
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Mark Whitfield

Devastating Keith, do feel at times like there are no words left but of course we have to keep talking about it. Thanks for posting.