Burn all the trees in the once wild world
I will crawl on my knees while the smoke rings unfurl
and I cry mother nature but she don’t say a word
mother nature is the holiest
-Josephine Foster
(lyrics from the session in Albuquerque, NM, Jan. 10-30)
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