He kept playing for a few minutes, then muttered something else about wide open spaces.
Somebody needs to hold on—to remember. "The idea, the dark man said, is one we can’t forget just because we can’t live up to it." 
It’s no load to carry.

He kept playing for a few minutes, then muttered something else about wide open spaces. Somebody needs to hold on—to remember. "The idea, the dark man said, is one we can’t forget just because we can’t live up to it." It’s no load to carry.

He kept playing for a few minutes, then muttered something else about wide open spaces.
Somebody needs to hold on—to remember. "The idea, the dark man said, is one we can’t forget just because we can’t live up to it."&nbsp;
It’s no load to carry.

Believer

Welcome! I'm Jim McGinnis and this is a place for thoughts and musings of an old Floridian. At its heart, stories, and reflections on the lives of Americans. Oftentimes, my studio is my back porch, where there are frequently sounds of crickets, birds, barking dogs, and trains. So I apologize for the raw recordings, but that’s me—unbridled and unvarnished.

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