It was a warm September night somewhere outside of Nashville. The campfire crackled, and because I can’t help myself I plucked away at my acoustic guitar. Based on the laughter emanating from our circle and into the woods, you wouldn’t know that the people sitting around the fire had just met each other a few days prior. Conversation about life, design, music, and technology blurred together, and inside jokes were formed in realtime.
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