Deeper well

I used to joke that the only reason I signed on to work on Satan Is Real is on the off chance I’d get to meet Emmylou Harris. Except I wasn’t joking. Somewhere, in a perfect world, there’s a process by which boys become men, a coming of age ritual, and it consists of kneeling before Emmylou and her putting her hand on the crown of your head if you’re worthy, approving you to venture forth in the world and act in accordance with her heart.

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One more off her latest album, Hard Bargain.

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