that little breathy sound that Jeff Buckley made just before the guitar begins,
.........................so important , so significant.
The damn bozos who cued the music missed that out and cut out the last beautiful strains of that most mesmerising and haunting of songs.
any other time I would just have winced at the brashness , but this was not any other time.
15 feet away from me, the body of my husband lay, soon to be reduced to nothing other than a pike of ashes.
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