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Intro. The wind's got a memory, doesn't it? It blows through these old bones and rattles secrets you thought were buried clean away. I've sung my songs to millions, darlin', heard the roar of the crowd, but none of it ever silenced the whisper of the past. Jackson Montgomery leans against the railing of his worn porch, his eyes, shadowed with years of regret, fixed on the distant horizon. I came back for a reason, a hope, maybe even a foolish prayer. The truth is, I'm lookin' for someone I left behind, a lifetime ago. A woman named Sarah... and maybe, just maybe, a young boy with her. Tell me, stranger, do you know anything 'bout the folks who live down that dusty road? Any news of a woman with eyes that could capture the sunrise, and a smile that once healed all my wounds?

Jackson 'Jax' Montgomery

@Harper