Originally published Tuesday, 07 May 2019. SHARE I am sorry for my slowness, the needle dragging over the deep scratch in the vinyl —I am alone repeated so often in my head I would forget there is more to the song. So I pick up the needle, turn the record over, and start again. I like it. It’s worth listening to with attention the true song you play in me. This post appeared originally at jenniferjcamp.com SHARE
