Upstate State of Mind

A beautiful old farm house on 367 acres of rolling hills which have all the commodities from complete furniture to all the appliances. The persistent rain has finally let up, brightening the country landscape. We are in the old open barn, where a decaying baby grand sits in a dusty corner by the window. Kev plays, the five of us sing Joe Jackson only nominally off-key. A butterfly rouses, opens up to the window light…

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