When Camaron was born she was about the size of a glass mustard jar. Small enough in fact, that her proud father carried her home in his front shirt pocket that first afternoon as he sang out to the world to share the news of her arrival. Fortunately for us all, the close proximity of Camaron’s teeny-tiny ears to her father’s resonating chest left her with a strong association between music and happiness.
As she grew, she began vibrating her own vocal chords to recreate that feeling of belonging. By the time she entered high school, she...
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