Last year, I spent Thanksgiving with my family in South Carolina.
November in the Carolinas is warm still, but the sort of warmth that has cold in the wings, waiting for its chance to stroll on to the scene. The roads are scattered with dying pine needles and browning leaves. The air is tinged with the smell of bonfires, roasting turkeys, and a bit of su…
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