Like greyhounds at the gate
Nervously anticipating the appointed hour
Scores of humans run the race
To be first out of the gate
To win someone else's trash
As the coveted prize.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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