All them bodies crowded under the tent, mixed with July humidity, it’s a heady brew,…
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It’s late when I pull into the diner parking lot. This one’s got a view…
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All them bodies crowded under the tent, mixed with July humidity, it’s a heady brew,…
Continue ReadingIt’s late when I pull into the diner parking lot. This one’s got a view…
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