songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the blue light was my blues & the red light was my mind

And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain / All my love’s in vain (Robert Johnson)

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
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