Thursday, January 08, 2015

Happy birthday: Breathe through the years

This song hits me every time I hear it. 

The artist questions, and answers it. When it's time to leave, does he want to remember the 70s--his 70s? Do any of us--our 70s? We can have 70s that aren't in that decade, the "killing time" years. I had a few; they were probably in the mid-oughts.

We can let them go; they don't matter any more aside from what they might've forged or made fall away.

Breathe through the years.

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