Just beautiful. I remember this song from early, early sixties. "He walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own." I woke up about four this morning, and I couldn't play the music, would not wake up Gunnar. As I sat by the lap top in the kitchen, I heard this mechanic click sound over and over. I searched for the source, and found to my surprise, it was the water boiled on the other kitchen counter, which has been boiling for, I don't know how many hours. Dry and hissing it was as I turned it off. I had to thank for being awoken in due time. "He walks with me."
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Just beautiful.
I remember this song from early, early sixties.
"He walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own."
I woke up about four this morning, and I couldn't play the music, would not wake up Gunnar.
As I sat by the lap top in the kitchen, I heard this mechanic click sound over and over.
I searched for the source, and found to my surprise, it was the water boiled on the other kitchen counter, which has been boiling for, I don't know how many hours.
Dry and hissing it was as I turned it off.
I had to thank for being awoken in due time.
"He walks with me."
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