a close friend of mine sent me a message from chicago one summer day that read: "i want to be the man who is free enough to sing loud gospel music along with his discman with his eyes closed. on the train. alone. "
unhibited.
she [above] did. in the middle of opryland hotel. she found a piano. sat down. and sang. it was beautiful.
"sing with your head up.
with your eyes closed.
not because you love the song.
because you love to sing...."
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