in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the Great Lakes, I’m beginning to think they were just a myth.
A body of water as large and deep as Lake Superior seems downright impossible when I think of it from way down here on the floodplains of Texas.Don’t get me wrong, I still believe that the most enduring music comes from one person and their instrument alone in the spotlight…
But there was a time when I would have given a gallon of rum to get my hands on a real erhu…
been ok, and u…
writing…
to while away the hours of darkness,
before an impossibly slow coming dawn…
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