A heavy fog rested over the little town that night, it moved in from the swamp, came up the river,

Southern Nationalism
A heavy fog rested over the little town that night, it moved in from the swamp, came up the river,
There is something special about Florida, especially her northern counties. Her swampy, sandy land is paradise to her children. They are
The sun felt warm on the boys’ faces as they rode down the logging trail through the woods. It was
Crazy people. Bears. The things that should not be.