The air tastes fresh, crisp and natural. I can taste the rain that is coming in from the South. I taste the spiciness of barbequed pork and crispy, creamy coleslaw on a homemade country wheat bun and I wash it down with an ice cold beer, crisp and sharp. I can taste the smoke coming off of the fire, which is blowing in my face and tastes like freedom.
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