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Rest in Peace, Peter Banks.
With your passing, for me, the dread days arrive. Of watching for the next to fall, of counting days and hours, left - I strain to look forward. So much time, passed and wasted - so much left undone. At least your song was heard, and your name, remembered. Most of us will not be so fortunate.
Soberingly, the first picture to come up, when I looked for confirmation - was one of Peter Gabriel.
Further evidence of my slippage - a belated birthday to my dear little dark android:
With your passing, for me, the dread days arrive. Of watching for the next to fall, of counting days and hours, left - I strain to look forward. So much time, passed and wasted - so much left undone. At least your song was heard, and your name, remembered. Most of us will not be so fortunate.
Soberingly, the first picture to come up, when I looked for confirmation - was one of Peter Gabriel.
Further evidence of my slippage - a belated birthday to my dear little dark android: