A few days ago army worms ate our lawn and mold invaded Steve’s building. We were cursing the humidity. But as I left work yesterday, the warm, moist air fragranced with jasmine, magnolia, and something green breathed against my skin and I had to smile as I was enveloped and caressed by the same kind airs that also kissed the mold and the army worms and all the other creatures of the┬álovely reclaimed swamp we call Memphis.

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