wystswolf

The deepest thoughts spill into the darkest hours.

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.

A hiss and crackle spilled from the speakers after the needle but before the first sonic burst.

Curation is the love language of the quietly observant.

Whatever our souls are made of, these two are the same.

She Was On His Mind Like A Song On The Radio

Take care of yourself, time only goes one way.

Led Zeppelin II (1969)

A publishing empire one line at a time

I didn't listen to Tom Petty and came around here.