At the strangest times in my life, the songs my parents used to play come flooding back to me. When this happens, I find it miraculous and a bit ironic, how, for no apparent reason; something long behind me, relates to something presently inside of me and then carries me through what lies ahead of me.
This is what I would call a "small favor" and for it I am largely grateful.
**Sail on Silvergirl**
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