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kris kristofferson
died
the
other
day
.
when
i
think
of
him
,
none
of
his
famous
songs
come
to
mind
.
i
see
him
first
as
a
series
of
fictional
characters
who
felt
as
flawed
and
real
on
the
screen
as
he
was
in
life
,
in
movies
as
disparate
as
"bring
me
the
head
of
alfredo garcia", "
a
star
is
born
",
and
"
limbo
".
i
see
his
foreword
to
charlie
louvin's
memoir
.
more
heart
in
one
page
of
words
than
most
whole
books
manage
to
manufacture.
i
see
him
wrapping
one
arm
around
sinead
o'connor
when
she
was
booed
off
the
stage
at
a
bob_dylan
tribute
concert
weeks
after
tearing
a
picture
of
the
pope
in
half
on
"
saturday
night
live
".
and
the
song
that
plays
on
a
loop
in
my
mind
isn't
"
help
me
make
it
through
the
night
"
or
"
sunday
mornin' comin'
down
".
it's
"
please
don't
tell
me
how
the
story
ends
" —
a
duet
recorded
with
rita
coolidge
when
their
marriage
was
collapsing. "
see
the
way
our
shadows
come
together
,"
they
sing
. "softer
than
your
fingers
on
my
skin
."
it's
the
"softer"
that
gets
me
.
the
way
he
climbs
to
the
top
of
his
range
to
get
to
a
note
he
isn't
even
sure
he
can
reach
.
the
risk
and
the
grit
in
that
.
the
humanity
of
the
man
contained
in
a
single
word
split
in
two
.
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