The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past. — Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
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The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.

— Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues
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