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This song is evocative of my solitary moments at camp. Sitting on the edge of the dock, sand beneath my thighs, guitar in hand, waves washing below, I’d gaze upon Lake Michigan’s endless expanse, playing chords above my skill level, hearing this rendition in my head. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYyi3ZF86jk I’d sing harmony along with him, knowing a meaning to the melody far different from the words.
If I’m ever lucky enough to visit that corner of heaven where creators of such beauty flourish, I’ll say, “Thank you John Denver. We missed you.”