To be a SINGER, like any vocation-identity, suggests all sorts of weird requirements besides the obvious ones. I bet aspiring Writers picture long days spent sitting on sun-drenched leather furniture with ink stains all over their hands, and similarly, being a SINGER, to me, was this fantasy involving less unruly hair and a better face. When I was
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it's totally coven time.
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