The new issue of The Oxford American, that estimable and disorderly Southern literary quarterly, flopped onto my porch the other day. I stared at it for a while before picking it up. The magazine had been on my mind.
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The new issue of The Oxford American, that estimable and disorderly Southern literary quarterly, flopped onto my porch the other day. I stared at it for a while before picking it up. The magazine had been on my mind.