Listening to Astrud Gilberto's crystalline voice with its easy, jazzy, Brazilian elegance earlier this evening. The golden hour of dusk gilded the world beyond by office window with a buttery glow. It was a mystically real combination at the time.
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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