Poor Singing

We are all tied somehow, we are raindrops on a spider's web, little links so small as to be irrelevant, all joining the dots. These days as our lives entwine, rewind and end fine, we see slips of shadows, the past and passed, with which we recall, refall and stand tall. Of course on less lyrical days such as Monday, your second cousin emails you out of the blue, making all the above seem rather obvious. Still I thought it was a pretty good email, emailing strangers is most definitely a habit I approve of, and although it later transpired he was actually my 3rd cousin (which I think makes him my father's sister's daughter's niece's dog's uncle's neighbour), I thought I'd share it with the group: