Well, I have been listening to The Eagle and the Hawk by John Denver all morning long (i'm in one of those moods where I can't get enough of a song and everyone around me has to suffer because of it), and a little while ago I suddenly was SO SAD that he died. Even though it happened when I was in like, the eighth grade, and at the time the only reason I cared was that my mom was very upset about it. Just listen to the song and I think you might understand why I feel like this. It makes you want to hang glide off of Mt. Everest.
And when I searched for an image to go with this blog, I stumbled upon this beaut. Full circle.
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