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Actually obsessed with this line change from the first time he recorded the song (around 1965-66) to the official version on Grievous Angel (1973). The idea of a mind who was “young” until she “grew” is ever present in his music and so very fascinating considering he never really got the change to grow old. Reminds me of “I started out younger, had most everything” from Hickory Wind as well but there are so many other examples.

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Chapter One

Sometimes when you look back you can pinpoint the moment your whole life changed, but in that moment how often do you know, really know that this is the moment that changes everything? Once, maybe twice? 

I knew the moment I looked into his eyes he was going to change my whole life, such a cliche but it’s true. 

It’s been two years, six months, and four days, and not once have those dark eyes left my mind, the haunted blank stare as he stood behind my friend Emily at my wedding reception, Nestor one of her personal security, she told me. 

I sit at my desk looking at the plans for the new library in Santo Padre, the wildfire caused so much damage and when my firm won the contract to provide the new architectural and building support I demanded my father send me to oversee the project. The plans need to be at City Hall by tomorrow but I cannot focus all I can think about Nestor and those damn haunting eyes. 

Taking three deep breaths I centre my mind. I focus on the plans in front of me, getting lost in my work. 

My phone buzzing startles me and I lose my focus, blinking. I look up and realise my office is dark and my lamp is creating flickering shadows on my wall. Picking up my phone I see it’s my mother calling, groaning I swipe to answer. 

“Hey Ma” I say, my voice tired. 

“Bryce, you sound tired, tell me you're not still at work” her voice sniping down the line, a headache instantly forms behind my eyes. 

“Yes mama, I am, I’m working on that big project” 

“You and daddy work too hard,” she says, I wait for her further lecture but it doesn’t come. An uncomfortable silence fills the distance between us. 

“How’s Harry?” She asks a conversation I don’t wish to have. 

“He’s fine, how are the aunties?” 

“When are you going to have a child Bryce it’s been three years” she cuts me off.

Pinching my nose I close my eyes and count to five, “ma, we’ve been over this, I’m busy at work it’s just not the right time” it also doesn’t help that it’s not my husband who I think about in bed I think to myself. 

“People are starting to talk” she sighs 

“Let them Ma, I have more important things to worry about than what a bunch of snotty socialites think of me” I say as I pull my emails open, there's nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow. 

“Well I happen to care what they think and I want a grandbaby” she replies, I can hear her pouting through the phone. 

“Ma, we don’t even live in the same state and I’m not having this argument, have you spoken to dad lately?” I hastily change the subject. 

“He’s busy” she sighs “I just miss having a full house” 

“Well I spoke to Beau last week and he said he’ll be home next week, so I’m sure he will have a new girl on his arm to keep you occupied” I tell her thinking fondly of my troublemaker brother. 

“He told me no such thing hmm” my mother mutters “I need to go call him, love you, stay safe” she tells me. 

“You too ma” I say as I hang up, quickly pulling my brother up in my contacts and firing off a text. 

‘Sorry’ 

I look at the time realising its 2am, I pack up my desk and head out to my car, a cold unsettling feeling sweeps over me, scanning the car park I don’t see anyone but I cannot shake the feeling someone is watching me. 

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blue eyed boy

11/22/2020

I arrived at 5:00 a.m.

My suitcase rolling behind my feet, my heart in the pit of my stomach.

I sign my name, and the elevator ride was so long, but a meer 5 seconds long.

They poked my veins.

I listen to the machines beep, they echoed into my soul.

Wrapping my arms around a lady in blue scrubs, 4 needles go in.

Numb from chest to toes.

She makes the cut.

I lay crucified to a table; Strapped down and convulsing.

15 minutes felt like 15 hours, I could only feel my chest.

I was impatiently waiting for you.

The table shook, my stomach nauseated; I smell alcohol.

My mother held my hand.

10:48 a.m.

And then, I hear you.

Your cries brought a tear of euphoria down my cheek.

"Hi, baby."

One look into your blue eyes, and I found my reason for this life.

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