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by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

I’m a little embarrassed about the number of errors I’ve found in my last few posts after they’ve been posted. Of course, I can’t help but go back to review/edit/re-edit them if I see something like that.

It just occurred to me a few weeks ago that I might be mildly obsessive-compulsive. That would explain a lot of things…

But here’s the song.


I Wandered By A Brookside

Eva Cassidy

From the album, Time After Time

I wandered by a brookside

I wandered by a mill

I could not hear the water

The murmuring it was still

Not a sound of any grasshopper

Nor the chirp of any bird

But the beating of my own heart

Was the only sound I heard

The beating of my own heart

Was the only sound I heard

Then silent tears fast flowing

When someone stood beside

A hand upon my shoulder

I knew the touch was kind

He drew me near and nearer

We neither spoke one word

But the beating of our own two hearts

Was the only sound I heard

The beating of our own two hearts

Was the only sound I heard