The Echo of the Pine Woods

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I still remember the smell of the pine woods after a summer rain—that sharp, clean scent that felt like the only honest thing in Georgia. I remember the sound of the cicadas, a relentless, buzzing wall of noise that seemed to hold the entire world in a state of suspended animation. And I remember Mr. Gable. Mr. Gable lived in a shack that looked like it was being slowly swallowed by the earth....

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