The radio played a song Bill Henderson hadn't heard since 1978, and he knew it was the one.
Not the one he wanted. The one he needed. Which is worse. It was a country song, slow and simple, about a man who worked a mine that didn't exist anymore and lived in a house that had been condemned and loved a woman who had moved to Colorado and didn't write. The kind of song that sounds stupid when you describe it but hits you in the chest when you hear it, because it's not really about the...
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