Friday, June 26, 2009

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir

There is something otherworldly about Leonard Cohen. It's hard to believe that he's just a man made of flesh and blood like the rest of us, but in many ways he's immortal. While I stopped into the Remarkable Bean, a favourite cafe in the Beaches, a few snapshots from the 70s hung on the wall unframed.

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