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I dreamed I was living in a police state. Police everywhere, patrolling the beach, looking for any excuse to search people, including bad attitudes. Paranoia reigned. Friends were speaking in whispers and code, not knowing who might turn us in. It all felt so familiar. PTSD much, anyone?

Is this a camping festival?

This is too depressing to finish.

She reminded me a lot of my maternal grandmother.

If only we still had courts that understood the Establishment Clause.

I have been singing the same song. Only then something actually died under my deck and so I changed it to “something outside.”

We are all processing in our own way in our own time. I have faith in you and that when you are ready, you will use your superpowers for good.

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So sorry to hear this, Cary. How far are you from Fischer? We’re at a cool little songwriter festival here, Live at the Donkey Shack. It might do your soul good. Anyway, your Austin fans and friends would love to see you. Sending love and hugs your way. Cabin10.org.