A Fighter Pilot, Political Science Prof and Author with Opinions and a Weird Streak
A really terrific offering, there.I'd never seen cotton growing before. Trooper pulled over on that Georgia roadside. I waded out to the field and snatched at the white poof of cotton - except I had to snatch my hand back, bleeding from the pricked wounds.In that moment - that second of sharp breathing inward - I understood a great deal, indeed.
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