Picture it: Rosporden, summer of 1980, beginning my first real French adventure, in love for the very first time, listening to music for hours on end. I’ll never forget that time. Or him. Heck, I made a special trip to go stand on a corner in Winslow, AZ in memory of who I was and who we were then. It was all sweetness and innocence - special place, a special time, a special person.
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