I saw this boy in 1978 on the Lac Du Flambeau reservation in northern Wisconsin. Strange boy who wouldn't stop smiling. It was a breezy day and the sun was out. I remember the smell of pine trees. It was a good day
I live in the North Georgia Mountains. I live the way my grandaddy and his grandaddy lived. It's hard work but being so close to the earth and feeling her heartbeat is worth all the sweat and tears. I've surrounded myself with a cast of animal characters and my wonderful family. I create bizarre pretty music under the name Trappers Cabin!
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