Reading, writing, gazing, wining.
This drink, cold,
this breeze, warm,
hugs me
in the low cintronella candlelight.
Oh, Louisiana!
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This drink, cold,
this breeze, warm,
hugs me
in the low cintronella candlelight.
Oh, Louisiana!
"None of the young men were quite good enough for Miss Emily and such." - William Faulkner
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