“ Tornadoes uncurling from the sky, whiskey burning down our throats. Catfish sandwiches and hushpuppies eaten at a check-cloth table at a country store. Thickets of poison ivy. Dead dogs and opposums. Meth-head run-ins. Washed-out roads and downed trees. Late night yarns about bloodkin revenge. Just another few days with Daniel Woodrell.
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desolate livin' down south
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too much amazing for me to handle
— Benjamin Percy, via Facebook
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