By |2019-04-29T18:46:30+00:00April 29th, 2019|

I remember an 8 year old little in jeans and a t-shirt covered in bug spray and pissed at the world. The soybeans were dripping wet from the morning dew and man did they itch. The boots she lugged along in were caked with mud. It was early, too freaking early. “I’m never marrying a [...]

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