John Denver is the sound of my childhood. It drives Adam crazy when I put him on; he rolls his eyes and laughs. But that's what we listened to, him and Cat Stevens and all the pop shit that my mother loves and so I love it too.
Right now as Baz climbs all over me and I'm attempting to finish this real-estate guide, we're listening to him:
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
I wonder if he'll remember this down the road, if one day he'll tell someone he loves about this, if he'll feel what I feel.
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