As that river rolls along, I'll be stepping out tonight.
On the cool flow, floating down below.
The bridge to the waters edge.
From the ridge to the ledge.
From the hills to the sea...
I'll become a memory.
-Old Crow
i'm shopping for concert guitars and before i know it i'll be making my own music.
i just need to recruit someone to sing for me because, well, you have all heard my voice.
any takers?
I tried to draw a picture of you today but I'm not sure how well it was coming along. I may post it later if it turns out alright.
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