all shall be well all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well julian of norwich

Monday, April 21, 2003

nina simone carried me, her voice, that rough shod instrument haunted me, her belief that jazz was as good as bach, her anger at those who were racist, or evil, her calling them vultures and theives, losing millions on her first single and never forgiving.

nina simone, when you meet billie in heaven, sing a chorus of summertime for me.
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