I don’t mind being old.
And I’m glad that I’m not as wild as I used to be.
Not a winner, but just, not AS bad…
(It’s a beautiful day)
It really is.
The heat finally broke.
The mornings are cool and mist rises up from the fields. The corn has been harvested. Acres and acres and acres of broken stalks..
I DO love the South.
I do.
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