We hear at the bluegrass festival the whining of a culture, slowly shifting into the hills. In their songs, we hear the rumbling truck bouncing on back roads. We hear the coffee can full of worms for fishing. We hear the sickness of Addie, the family building her grave. More at http://jddehart.blogspot.com.

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