To hate ABBA is to hate inhaling. Which sane lover of liveliness can reject milk and honey? to rejoice in their counterpoint is to honour the milky way galaxy.
40 years of wondering are tapped on the shoulder by a rebirth of stellar avatars. They're a fusion of then and now like a solar core.
I will shout from any rooftop for you I will groove for half an hour for you I will raise my glass of tears for you As you make wine from my teardrops O Bjorn, Agneta, Benny and Frida.