SUPPORTING THE BLUES by claire

I’m sitting high up as far as the rows will take me. It feels like I’m heading towards heaven but not yet knocking on their gates. And would you believe it, that’s the music that is blaring around the quiet stadium. My ears start to crackle like you hear when your have your rice crispy...

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