HE STARTED WITH A WHISPER — AND THE WHOLE CROWD HELD ITS BREATH: Under the dim, golden light of Luck Ranch, Willie Nelson strummed the first fragile chords of “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.” His voice — worn, tender, eternal — carried the ache of every mile he’d ever traveled.
HE STARTED WITH A WHISPER — AND THE WHOLE CROWD HELD ITS BREATH The night…
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