Jeff Turnbough

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I am creating something of soul-calming beauty. Doubts, social snubs, buried wounds, hypocrisies, insecurities—they all vanish, displaced by the music. In a way that I feel in my gut but cannot articulate, I leave the chapel more hopeful that all shall be well. For a moment the world is a smiling place.
Where the Light Fell
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