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“Where y’all goin’?” he asked, peering over the counter at me. A Sunday, late morning…we were somewhere south of St. Louis, Missouri. “New Orleans,” I
“Where y’all goin’?” he asked, peering over the counter at me. A Sunday, late morning…we were somewhere south of St. Louis, Missouri. “New Orleans,” I
Descending on the city of New Orleans late last night, the river’s curve beckoned like an elbow. The curve of a hug, calling us in.
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