Remember, remember, the third of November. No, third of January, actually. Although that doesn’t rhyme as well, I vividly remember my wedding day thirteen years ago. My, my, what an amazing party it was in the cold wind of Scotlands northern coast. Many a song was sung, some dances danced and quite a few single malts knocked back in front of the coal fire at the local pub. A bunch of great people from various corners of the earth gathered to celebrate this day with us. It was truly one of the most remarkable days of my life, so far. Oh, the story thereafter? Only fairy tales end with: And they lived happily ever after…
Lou Reed, Caroline says II
What is in my mind? Since all’s been said and done, let me listen once more.
Shelter from the storm, Bob Dylan
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