Four hours in southern Mississippi and I am a full convert: a red dirt girl, a steel roof wannabe, a calvary sympathizer. We found a fawn spinal column laid to rest under the welcome sign, and charcoal black tree trunks all burning down, and oh! the winter wheat like bursting capillaries of color- rearing hopeful heads upward stretching out toward
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