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by Megan Malsom
It’s all kind of a blur, a beautiful, beautiful blur. Trombones and trumpets ring as my soul willingly leaves my body to float
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by Megan Malsom
I’ve been underprepared for camping music festivals and I’ve been over prepared. Trust me, the Boy Scouts were on to
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by Megan Malsom
It was a wet one! St. Augustine’s skies were weeping in sharp contrast to my elation. And it felt right that it was raining for
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by Megan Malsom
I’m not going to lie. This review has been a challenge to write. Not because I’m a bad writer or my heart wasn’t in the