Nobody said it best when they didnt say, “if it werent for the passing ground between each step that carries me over this place, Id hardly know I was alive”. L, M, and I leave today for unplanned places. I’ll let you know what we find.
Do I dare start this up again? Im not positive I have enough to say. This morning I picked up my guitar, picked a few strings in a moderately tuned fashion, and out came the words, “its not anything, its everything, thats bringin the rain, down on me”. Sounds kinda country.