The Western half of America doesn’t exist.

Gorgeous!

Chisel that in stone, Mr. Walsh!

Truly great. In this era of overproduction and show-off singing, listen to "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face." Such purity, clarity... and what is it? Nearly a six minute single? And she never loses your attention once.

Thanks for the love -- the only thing my novel's publication got me. You at least got the whisper!