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Why Every Southern Mawmaw Could Find Anything

A Piedmont Porchlight Story I was butterin’ my biscuit when Hattie Lane started patting every pocket in her apron. “You alright over there, Sister Woman?” I asked. “I’ve lost my glasses.” Curtis Pope looked over the top of his newspaper. … Continue reading

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