The internet has more than enough words in it.

And music has more than enough singers and artists clamoring for your attention.

So today I’ll let someone else do the talking, and hope that I’m not adding to the noise.
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It’s the fifth of December today, and I sat down on my front porch in an old rust-colored sweater to do some afternoon reading. I think this is warm even by Tennessee standards, but when you grow up in Wisconsin, you don’t expect to be doing any outdoor relaxing once the calendar switches to October, let alone December.
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I got started thinking about sinkholes the other night, and now I just keep on thinking about them. They fascinate me for some reason.  Continue reading