Walter Smith
via: This Is Ibrox |
I started to write this about 7 times today. Looked at the screen, sighed, walked away. A claw of grief had wrapped itself around my mind and its talons are tight.
How does one convey the intimate nature of a stranger? How can someone be unknown to you personally yet be central to your feelings of an era? How does one you have never met so easily befriend you that you
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