Standing back, resting in measures of rhythm as notes and tempos are chosen to run through the night with a delicate sound of laughter.
Going back and forth, never missing a beat as the band plays on and on, recreating a time in life when everything was fun.
Always taking us along edges of rhythm as we loved and danced in the bayou, a delicious time of eating, dancing and being together.
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