Monday, February 22, 2010

the wind, the wind is blowing

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

"The Partisan," Leonard Cohen

[Above Chicago Avenue east of Western Avenue]

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Chicago, Illinois, United States