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In Which I Dream of Emmylou Harris

I’m sit­ting on a bench in an empty room play­ing my gui­tar, when a silver-haired lady walks in and begins speak­ing to me.

EH: Hey, I rec­og­nize that song. Me: Holy shit, are you Emmy­lou Har­ris? EH: Yep. Scoot over and let me sit down. Keep play­ing. I like that song. Me: I’m not really play­ing the