by Devin Pike | 24 Aug 2014 | Life In A Southern Town
In my dream, she’s picking me up from the airport, like she did on that Summer day in 1993. She looks at me, with that knowing smile, and all I can do is sigh. It was good to be home. It was good that she was the one that I saw first. For the last 18 hours, I’ve been...
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