Truth Quote by D.A. Lockhart
““The way the truth of it hits you is less white-lighting whisky more the slow arrival of fall in a place that knows little of hard, dug-in winters. Here we are southerners playing North, Appalachians denying everything by the salvation of the Lord, folks running from those people everyone tries to make us be. Daylight bends through the trees and steady songs of birds we cannot see.””
