Mountains looming, three phones mounted, capturing the sights and conversations, ears still ringing from the show in Reno, Nevada.
Korah’s socials were getting hits, a small cluster of fans knew the lyrics.
An older riot grrl with a lower lip pierced like a robot recommended a little brunch place just on the other side of six inches of backhoe, just enoug…
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