Like the great loves of a literary masterpiece, this piece provokes passion. I view it as Heathcliff and Cathy from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. And I hear the song being sung in the most stirring rendition ever recorded, by the incomparable Pat Benatar, when I look at it . . .
"Out on the winding, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you, too."
Or . . . maybe it's ET and Elliot, but either way, it's love.
All backs removed, ground smooth. Piece is drilled and hinged together in passionate permanence. Signed Kay Adams.