Festival days seem best when filled with summertime farm dreams. I was the one intently following your fast paced pickin' under the shade tree; the one talking to the peacocks and counting the tadpoles near the lillypads. That girl who came up to speak to you, after you sang, only about your t-shirt, Legalize Bluegrass, well.... that was me. I loved every second.
(Kyle and I at the Fiddler's Convention & Festival. Summer for my soul) Comments are closed.
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