The songs travelled in her suitcase. They were her companion anywhere she went. And she’d been everywhere.
When Oona Williams started out there where a mere twelve songs in there. After four decades of touring there were a thousand. Love songs. Protest songs. Songs about cute kittens. Hate songs. Cheery songs. Songs about green mittens. And every week the suitcase – somehow – found room for one more.
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