THE RHYTHM OF THE SOUTH

  Humid wind clings to me like an old song, a tune I’ve heard before.   Memories gallop across the azaleas and dance between you...

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      THE CHILD WITHIN     It was in the moonlight that I saw him, a man younger than my father, sent on laughter brought by the sight...
  • THE INN
      Every summer, I slid side to side as Dad swerved around each switchback, the red and black vinyl seats sticking to my bare legs. Wind whip...
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