Harmony and Other Foreign Feelings
“We have to walk toward that light at the end of the tunnel, and just hope it’s not a train coming.”
-Jay (A Friend From the Road)
High Prairie Wind
My soul is acoustic, I thought to myself as Frank Fairfield howled and screeched out “Old Paint” through my...
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