It burns, burns, burns...
"For those who could only watch as Johnny Cash’s house burned to the ground, the sense of loss was almost as heavy and real as the thick gray smoke.
Johnny’s gone. June’s gone. And now even their house is gone..."
Read the whole story here.
I don't think I've ever felt so sad hearing about a house burning down.
Labels: life (poetry in the ordinary), music
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