Written at the same time as Empty Shore, this also is for the same woman. One year later she would accept my proposal for marriage, but at the time it was the impossible relationship and always tragic. This was written on the nylon string down at the lake, but recorded on the Ovation, and proved more difficult than I thought. Several guitars are layered, and the title comes from our memento from my visit, a strand of sweet grass encased in glass from St. Andrews, N.B.
(8 August, 2004)
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