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Headlights cutting through the dark
A cool wind found its way in through a narrow slice of open window and whipped the driver’s shaggy hair into a minor frenzy.
Story structures that’s so pervasive, people harbor and project it onto the arc of a faint career well in advance.

Let ideas sift, settle and reconfigure

Adhering to the write-every-day adage.

My bank account is so threadbare that if it were a pair of underwear, somebody would’ve been right to tell me to throw it away months ago.

Psychological traps, cages, built in pettiness

(brands) parroting ignorant influencers or faulty evidence.”

A single film is just a stone in the mosaic of collective memory. One stone is not enough to affect the color, meaning or quality of the whole. But when more and more stones are added into the mosaic, it eventually changes.

Digging up your ‘graveyard of knowledge’ can help elicit new ideas and insights that could contribute to major breakthroughs in marketing and optimization.

As well as a panoply of meat from other animals, including bats and snakes

But like where do I go more to dive down this rabbit hole of, I’m wanting to understand this on a deeper level.

Obliviousness is a talent they have cultivated well.

The neighbors bring food and comfort and kinship; there’s the feeling in town that we’re all in this together.

Nobody wants to believe that they stand on the blade between sanity and madness.

The neighbors bring food and comfort and kinship; there’s the feeling in town that we’re all in this together.

Nobody wants to believe that they stand on the blade between sanity and madness.

From YouTube music comments- What Caught my eye!

Stirs all the memories i thought i had lost…days gone and forgotten. Sad. Time is not a friend…

Looks like they cranked up the studio AC halfway through the song.

At one time along time ago I could relate to this song.

Memories. ..momma said there would be days like this

All sad memories. Nothing good ever comes when you’re torn between two lovers.

Mary MacGregor’s voice and the way she sang it always brings me back to a place and a time gone by, that has a magical charm to the days of love that still is so evergreen till this day.

My teenage years listening to this great song while fixing my hair in my bedroom mirror

oming of age song….. just starting to date boys…. what a fabulous time in philadelphia…. haven’t seen anything like it since….. her song is part of my life….