Good Night, Andy

One by one those ubiquitous figures from my childhood are dying.

The Buddha was right, all things composed of parts will come apart…

Good night, Andy. Thanks for the music…

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Enter the Flashmob
Not in vain do we watch the setting and rising of the stars