The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.


The stardust road (ed. 1946)


The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout...

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout...

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout...

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout...