In honor of my sister.. the chill of the season brings fond memories of the cold late nights and times long gone. My sister had a voice that put canaries to shame. Soft and filled with love, one of her favorite songs to sing was Mariah. Though this verson does no justice to the soothing song of the nights that blocked out the
violence that we were accustomed to hearing. To my dear sister who sings with the angels........ one lives less we forget.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
They Call the Wind Mariah
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