It's rained in Vegas twice in the past week, and that's a good thing because August is painful for me in many ways. Yesterday, two years ago, I left a bright future behind and headed for Sequioia NP because that future had died. When I listened to the lyrics last night, I realized it said everything I felt that year and today. I intended to cover this song, but I think I'll just let Jim Varney sing it for me. I only today learned that he died while I was a missionary 15 years ago.
8 years ago
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