Moonthinking
Making accounts with the
Moonwalker is not easy. I will miss his voice from his childhood and his sad eyes. Its ability to be a monster once, once a hero, once accused so pilloried. His songs have been a drink of my youth, I was lulled into pop before the arrival of the dark and grunge, and that life did more noise. His dancing back made us believe that everything was possible. That black could be turned into white, that someone could even create a ranch in California for children to play ...
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