I wrote a blurb to go here three different times...None of them did this poem spoken by Lisa Bonet (written by Rabindranath Tagore) justice. She is a beautiful person to me, and has always been an ounce of inspiration dating back to when she was Denise Huxtable, weird, creative and just trying to figure it all out...like me.
I should have dreaded my hair when I was obsessive about it in the mid-90s. I'm sure it would look something like the lovely Lisa's by now.
"We must pause to weave perfection into music...Keep that in mind, and love"
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