ΠΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ EddieAllen
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Down a dirt road, somewhere between Louisiana and South Carolina, it's mid-August, and I'm sitting on a screen porch in the deep south. Bugs are buzzing, it's so hot that nothing is moving, and the air is so still and humid that you could cut it with a knife. Every time the big circular fan comes around, it gives me a moment of coolness that reminds me of a cool mountain breeze.
Summertime
Aug 17, 2024
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