ain’t it oh so solid gold

how a certain radio song can be your passport to a better day. when a well-remembered melody can blast through the massive feedback loop of one blues after another and leave you feeling clean. ain’t it just like that song, fueled by heartache and high-octane, to plant its roots deep down inside you at the crossroads of memory and mercy. that place where you were once just a breath-seed in your mama’s belly. her heartbeat drum, the first rhythm to rock you to your core. soar you to the top of the charts to ring in your soulful song of life.

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