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  • Driving home. Long day at work. Still shaking off the headache I've been carrying around all day. Trampled By Turtles will fix everything -- that's what I like to tell myself. Think about my dead sister for a couple of minutes. It takes me out of the music but only ever so briefly and then there's that line with the fiddle, that beautiful line that soars above it all just before the mandolin kicks in. And I glance up at the sky and I'm crying, sitting at the red light. And it's that line from the fiddle. That's all it is. It isn't the headache or my sister or being tired and bored or anything else.

    It's the sound my soul would make if it sang.
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