Last night the voodoo drums and chanting went on for hours. It must be such a fever pitch in the atmosphere with the speed of the beat. This morning there is alot of arguing in the field behind my house. I choose to start with this: A vintage guitar made from a used oil jug, a tin can, some string and a stick...and this girl sang like an angel.
If this young lady can have that kind of hope, then there's hope for us all...
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