This has been on constant repeat in my head all day long.
As I was singing part of it, the Young MC asked, “What you singing?” so I played it for her.
And now, for you.
It makes so much sense to me these days why, when wandering the streets of Paris with my friend one Sunday fourteen years ago, she saw a Ben Harper poster through the window of an empty office and came to a dead stand-still to stare adoringly for a little while.
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Posted by gg on September 29, 2011 at 9:24 pm
I’m assuming that girl in Paris is the same one who used to keep his picture on her desk and refer to him as her “future husband.”
Miss you both!!