The Copenhagen Blues...



You got the Copenhagen Blues when you long to be somewhere else. When you long to be home, with your grandmother, as the time bomb ticks away at her consciousness.
Your're so far away from home, so far away from Brooklyn, from Diamond Vale: Sometimes it just don't make sense. But it's not like this all the time.

This is a picture of my Auntie Bernice, My grandmother and cousin Dominic. My son Kai is in the front. This was last Summer, in Tobago.

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slacker said…
...so I'm thinking it must be easy to get the blues when the songs and sounds of home unwittingly flood your consciousness?

hugsandblessings
slacker

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