Sitting in the middle of a blocked off street with tons of townfolk (wondering where all the young people are) watching and listening to
The Boundary Water Boys playing on
The Front Porch. We were singing "Will the Circle Be Unbroken" (by and by lord, by and by), testifying with raised, waving hands that were washed with
Goat Milk Soap, sending scents of cedar and licorice wafting through the crowd.
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