As I settle into an armchair that feels more like a hug than just a piece of furniture, my favorite mug steams
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As I settle into an armchair that feels more like a hug than just a piece of furniture, my favorite mug steams
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In the soupiness of late July, the air – heavily scented with coconut, diesel fuel, lingering hints of fried chicken, and undertones
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Being raised in the parts of Mississippi that rarely grace pages of southern novels and are seen only in the dimmest light
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