You take a couple sips of the hot, earthy liquid, and off goes your mind. Now you’re floating. Near the ceiling, mingling with the smoky coffee bean scent. You’re settling into your body again.
‘All Paul could think about as he tried to maneuver his way around a lethargic old lady in the cereal aisle of Food Lion was ‘Good God, you old hag, could you move any slower?”
From her hard-scrabble days in Oklahoma and Texas to her golden years in Western North Carolina, Gretchen Clasby has always been an artist, through and through.
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