We had Stuey's picture sitting on the piano in the living room. We talked about it a little, picked up our instruments, turned on the recorder and started playing. Rach was singing a line over & over. I couldn't make out what she was saying but I understood the ache and the frustration that was growing and ultimate resignation it led to. Later she said, the lady in the photo, her man was in prison.
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