Something for Thursday (Strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff edition)

Peter Yarrow died the other day.

Of Peter, Paul, and Mary, only Paul remains.

I should write more sometime about how much their music meant to me, but as I listen to this…I can’t make out the words I’m typing. My laptop screen is all blurry for some reason.

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