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The first time I heard Jeff Buckley, it was pouring rain in the suffocating way it only does in early June. The air was humid, the asphalt was gray. The sky was gray, the world was gray.
The first time I heard Jeff Buckley, it was pouring rain in the suffocating way it only does in early June. The air was humid, the asphalt was gray. The sky was gray, the world was gray.