| It's that time again!
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The countdown has started. Thursday night I'm planning to leave for my yearly pilgrimage to the Kerrville Folk Festival.
Nine days living on the side of a hill in a flexible nylon hut. Sunburns. Drunkenness. Multiple jam sessions...
It's my happy place. And I haven't been there in 349 days.
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