THE COUNTRY WRITER By John Moore
I grew up in the far southwest corner of Arkansas. Nature drove the speed of life, and the towns breathed at an unhurried pace. Even now when I return there, the clock seems to slow and things just don’t move as fast.The countryside in between each community was stitched together by gravel roads, fields, and family ties. You could drive for miles without seeing anyone, but when you did...
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