Sunday is a sheltered time for those folk in the south. It is an even moment to allow the sway from the southern wind to keep us keeled by the breeze that comes from a direction different than the north. That is why we have a porch. And why we think they are for singing. Mr. Lamontagne thinks of that, too. I do too, and think of honey lipped songbirds that shelter me. That shelter me strong. Click through for divination...
he's on tour. find him.
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