Yesterday I drove kinda fast down that winding Highway 30 past fields and barns and Baptist churches, breathed in that unmistakable, sulfury scent of skunk, and would have blasted that country music if the radio in my little, rusty car wasn't broken. Oh, Tennessee, I love you too.
-Kavod-
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I miss it.
Except for the skunks.
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