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[Southern mystics throw moonpies into latter-day air]
Southern mystics throw moonpies into latter-day air while
in the north we march and sneeze in the sunshine, bent as
gables, impossibly polite. We’ve never fought in the hot rain.
We don’t hold rapture in troubled instruments. There is
good weather and bad weather, that’s all. The night quiet in
its lack of fusion. I want my family to understand where it’s
going.
in the north we march and sneeze in the sunshine, bent as
gables, impossibly polite. We’ve never fought in the hot rain.
We don’t hold rapture in troubled instruments. There is
good weather and bad weather, that’s all. The night quiet in
its lack of fusion. I want my family to understand where it’s
going.
Posted 06/28/09