Some think that it's one's duty to paint only what surrounds them, where it is that they find themselves.
I've seen this county more than I ever dreamed I would, mostly due to my wife's campaign for district judge. Caldwell as home as fodder. Leaves of grass emptiness.
Wood milled down to manageable planks, resinous longleaf pine, stumps as footers.
Black gumbo clay beneath. Two tomato seasons. Been nearly two years since a freeze. Yankee vs damn yankee: there's a difference.
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