The Okefenokee Swamp was strangely silent last Saturday. The only sound was a pinecone dropping from a towering conifer, first snagging in the filmy Spanish moss, then ricocheting off the tin roof like a shot.
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I got a letter in the mail today. It’s four pages long. It was signed as follows:
The letter chronicles the next few months for one of my oldest friends: about her impeding wedding, her honeymoon to Puerto Rico and her reluctant acceptance that she would live 15 minutes from her future in-laws. 249 more words
I’m sure you all remember the Paula Dean scandal of sometime in the past. As an avid couch supporter of all causes I deem worthy I changed nothing about my life after her not so casual use of racial slurs was revealed because I had never watched, cooked, or ate anything of her’s – but I did judge her. 544 more words