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Once there was a boy named Ray Elliott from the Rocky Mountains of Alberta right near the Great Divide. The mountains would speak and he would write and this was how it was to be. The boy then grew to be a man and he found that he would have to leave the mountains and travel east to the Prairies where he would find his home near the North Saskatchewan River. Here he would find others to share his music with, and while they would play the music of the prairies, the man always carried with him the music of the great Rocky Mountains. When asked about the music that he shared, he would simply say that he played songs that changed like the weather in the mountains and flowed free like waves on wheat fields, nothing complicated, simply stories that were meant to be shared. The man was content with this. Tales of us all in this Great Lone Land. This is who we are.

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