You can be a singer, and you can be a guitar player, but putting them together is another animal.
Gavin DeGrawAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 4, 1977
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His stillness was commanding. I felt myself getting whiter by the second. What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in? I was scared to the marrow. I was cold and hot, dry and wet, myself and someone else. The fist clenched in my chest. I went to the staircase and sat on the top step, looking into my hands. So much remained. Every word and thing a beadwork of bright creation.
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