Riding the wave

My grief reminds me of waves, sometimes it just laps quietly at the shore and then without warning big swells of loneliness twist my heart. I ride the wave. I fall and crash and gasp for air not wanting to drown. Life and death swirl around me, I can almost touch it.

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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