‘Maybe love is waiting at the end of every room’

Urban oasis

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“When I was 18, I moved to Florida,
Like everyone sick of the cold does,
And I waited on old people waiting to die
I waited on them until I was.

Something as simple as boys and girls
Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
Can wait a long time for an answer.

So I’m wearing my footsteps into this floor
One day I won’t live here anymore
Someone will wonder who lived here before
And went on their way.

I live too many miles from the ocean
And I’m getting older and odd
I get up every morning with a black cup of coffee
And I talk to the mother of God.”

— Patty Griffin, “Mother of God”

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