Sitting at the sidebar

I didn't know what it meant in 1972, but as I sat in my bedroom and played it over and over, this song rushed through me like a train. It opened my 9-year-old heart and lit a fire in my body-- my first walk though a love song, the first step toward the hopelessly romantic woman I would become.

Thirty-six years later I know what it means, and as I sit in my apartment and play it over and over, it rushes through me like a train. It opens my 45-year-old heart and lights a fire in my body--and though I've walked through countless love songs, it still feels like the first step toward the hopelessly romantic woman I am becoming. It still feels like the first time.

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