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"a place where leaves crackle outside your open window as the faint thrum of a banjo draws up your pucker string"

Saturday, May 17, 2008

sidna allen





This is my great-grandfather's house in Hillsville, Va. How many of you have seen it on Hwy. 52?

(you can e-mail me after 3/3/07 at psxtb4j@yahoo.com for directions to his grave)
Posted by steve turner at Saturday, May 17, 2008

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      • the silence of the frogs
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      • "there he is..."
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