cold night in Montreal
the wind is blowing bitterly cold in Montreal.
i watch my youngest daughter walk down the street to meet a young man in the music library.
i head back to the hotel, turning up my coat collar.
it doesn’t help much.
ciao!
the wind is blowing bitterly cold in Montreal.
i watch my youngest daughter walk down the street to meet a young man in the music library.
i head back to the hotel, turning up my coat collar.
it doesn’t help much.
ciao!
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