Upstate State of Mind

A beautiful old farm house on 367 acres of rolling hills. 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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