Dirt roads and backwoods.
Black water swamps and tobacco fields.
My mean ass Mama.
Honest, caring, small-town folks.
Big cities and great opportunities.
The completeness of music.
The emptiness of art.
Falls and hurts.
The victories, here and there.
Pretty young things and sweet old souls.
Second, third, and fourth chances.
Friends and lovers and the confusing things in between.
And love.
I’m thankful for all the things that have made me who I am.
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