Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Small Stones Flashback -- December 26
She slips innuendi between her acceptance of coffee and her comments on the weather.Her judgements sweep over us like nausea.
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