Willie Nelson, now 92, moved slowly through the morning mist of Mesa, Arizona, each step deliberate, each breath a quiet hymn. His long braids hung beneath a weathered cowboy hat, and in his hand—more gently than ever—he carried a single red bandana. No cameras. No crowd. Just Willie and the desert wind, whispering through the cemetery oaks like old songs half-remembered.
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