...Really, the most delicious part of it all is those few precious seconds of silence once the record has reached the last beautiful valleys and ridges of vinyl. I lay on the bare wooden floor and feel the crackle and hiss of her breath pass out through the valve speaker, along the gaps in the dulling floorboards and up through my spine. I wonder did she smile with a sharp nervous inhale? Or did she sigh with relief? Either way, she is realer now than ever before. We connected and she will never be the wiser but I pretend that for this very brief period in time, it was all just for me. Sing for me darling, sing and sing til your heart is raw, then sing for me my darling, just a little more.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 04:02:05 +0000
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