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It’s a raw rainy morning here and this popped up out of nowhere. I thought it as somewhat emblematic of our times, with masks marking our days like scars… The eclectic, muted setting mirrors the mood of this interlude of time we are traveling (and this specific day and time, in my mind)
Anyway, here he is, through it all, performing:
Bob Dylan,
Queen Jane Approximately
…And it's sung so tenderly as compared to the original… and the checkerboard floor… and the curtains behind… moodful…
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