Seasons didn’t come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City’s prison, so Harm always imagined it spring – the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...
-Sharyn McCrumb
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