A beautiful song. The combination of your mother’s passing and one’s isolation is heavy. When my father passed, music was my consolation. Every day and every day, the same station. It led me out.
My plan is to recover at the lake. I’m suffocating!
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Fourth of July
Glen the Banjo Man
LIVE at the Dump
is there any more pie? 
A beautiful song.
The combination of your mother’s passing and one’s isolation is heavy.
When my father passed, music was my consolation. Every day and every day, the same station. It led me out.
My plan is to recover at the lake. I’m suffocating!