most of us go to our graves with music still inside of us...
Today is the first day of the year.
I'm creatively a pile of dust and ash.
Deeply seeking inspiration in a world of grey that is not cold enough for snow to stick.
Maybe it's a long, long time ago and I've been dreaming. Sam (Lily) is driving off down that dirt road by Dunn's tomb where we...
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