Chuck and I, upon hearing Bill Withers singing about sunshine, wondered how it could be, in 1972,
Those ancient riffs moved us, and the song was about Sarah.
It wasn’t in the lyrics, but in the riffs.
Sarah was a white chick tanning herself, probably by some standards already too thin.
She wasn’t a dark skinned woman, subject to sunburn, or told her fatty ass justified her coming “o’er the ocean”, “o’er the sea”. To learn how to work.
Sarah is forever, if not for anorexia nervosa.
Spam of Human Affection 
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