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Whitney Gilchrist on being a therapist of inspiration (A.K.A. a bookseller)

“The search is what everyone would undertake if they were not stuck in the everydayness of their own lives.”
– Walker PercyThe Moviegoer

“I went to a cobbler to fix a hole in my shoe/ He took one look at my face and said, ‘I can fix that hole in you.’”
-Jenny Lewis, “Acid Tongue”

We live in a physical time and space so full of material good that no material good amounts to anything meaningful.

That’s why we shop at Lemuria: not simply to purchase a book, but for the historic writerly voodoo spread like trails of fairy dust along our floor-to-ceiling shelves. The legacies of the writers who have made Lemuria have fermented into a sense of destiny presented by the pure chance on which you place your trust, your “blind date” with a book.

We had someone call the other day and ask if we still did the blind-date-with-a-book thing that was a Valentine’s Day promotion.

“Every single day,” Abbie told them.

(Or, I hope she did.)

We had another woman call and ask if we had anything nearly as good as Ed Tarkington’s new novel Only Love Can Break Your Heart. I put her on hold and collected a fat stack of novels that ran the gamut of mine and the other booksellers’ favorites.

“Send them all via UPS,” she said. “ASAP.”


Booksellers do not deal with the emergencies of emergency room nurses, doctors, and EMTs. Booksellers do not provide the therapy of speech pathologists or psychologists, and we definitely do not give massages. Booksellers do not go home with the existential exhaustion of school teachers, police officers, lawyers, and policy makers.

Instead, we are here seven days a week for all of your happy emergencies of inspiration. When you are not arguing legislation, testing water samples, planning units, and climbing scaffolding, we will ride with you through your exhilaration about discovering Greg Iles for the first time. We will guide you towards private forays in the foreign fiction section with writers like Roberto Bolaño and Elena Ferrante.

I am only here for two months, but I encourage everyone, when told, “Let us know if we can help you find anything,” to respond: “Yes. My name is [your name here.] I am [insert description of daily life]. I’d love something to temper the everydayness.”

A former Lemuria bookseller, Whitney is back with us temporarily before she heads off to Tallahassee to start her MFA in Creative Writing at Florida State University.

Morrison’s “God Help the Child” Deserves a Second Look

MorrisonSince it will be coming out in paperback later this month, I feel it’s appropriate to bring back into the conversation my favorite fictional release from 2015, Toni Morrison’s God Help the Child. After Morrison announced the imminent publication of her latest novel just over a year ago, it quickly became one of the most anticipated books of 2015; however, it was published in late April to somewhat mixed reviews.

God Help the Child tells the story of Lula Ann Bridewell, a blue-black girl born to light-skinned parents who view the darkness of her skin as an insult to their respectable family. Unable to feel anything but shame for his only child, Lula Ann’s father soon deserts the family, leaving her mother Sweetness to care for the unwanted girl. Sweetness assumes the responsibility of preparing Lula Ann for a harsh world that will undoubtedly punish her for having dark skin by withholding affection for her daughter entirely. The only departure from this loveless childhood comes after Lula Ann testifies against an elementary school teacher for sexual abuse. The thumbs up she gets from fathers and hugs she gets from mothers do not compare to the tender grasp of Sweetness’ hand as they walk down the street away from the courtroom.

Fast forward some fifteen years, and Lula Ann has become Bride, a strikingly beautiful woman behind a successful cosmetics line based in Los Angeles. Dressing always and only in white, Bride has changed her name and transformed her dark skin into her most valuable asset. Although she turns the head of every man and woman she passes, black and white, she has recently been abruptly abandoned by her enigmatic boyfriend Booker, an event that she not-so-convincingly attempts to downplay. Hoping to restore some of her self-worth that disappeared along with Booker, Bride goes in search of Sophia Huxley, the very teacher whom she helped imprison with her testimony and who was released on parole earlier that month.

These events and those that follow are told through chapters of rotating narrators: Sweetness, Bride, Brooklyn (Bride’s best friend and coworker), and Booker. Though Sweetness’ and Brooklyn’s chapters are shorter and mostly revolve around Bride, Booker’s chapter is long and details his own complicated childhood. Here we learn that Booker’s older brother Adam was abducted and murdered when he was young, an event that Booker, unlike his family, can never accept and move past. Consequently, Booker isolates himself emotionally and quietly nurtures his anger. Booker’s past, along with Bride’s, highlight the underlying theme of the novel, that “what you do to children matters. And they might never forget.”

In the wise words of my coworker Lisa, God Help the Child doesn’t quite pack the punch of some of Morrison’s most successful novels, but frankly, it doesn’t have to be her best work for me to call it my favorite book of last year. Stylistically, Morrison is a master, and her prose is as lyrical as ever. In one of my favorite paragraphs of the novel, Booker recalls a memory of Adam skateboarding, the last time he saw his brother before his disappearance.

“It was early September and nothing anywhere had begun to die. Maple leaves behaved as though their green was immortal. Ash trees were still climbing toward a cloudless sky. The sun began turning aggressively alive in the process of setting. Down the sidewalk between hedges and towering trees Adam floated, a spot of gold moving down a shadowy tunnel toward the mouth of a living sun.”

Toni Morrison – Home

Morrison is without question one of the most important authors in the world today, and, at age 84, she doesn’t seem to have lost her touch. We are lucky to still have her around, publishing a novel every three to five years. It is a truly special experience to read a literary giant during her own lifetime.

God Help the Child will be out in paperback on January 26. Also, if you enjoy being read to, check out the audiobook read by the author in her signature mesmerizing voice.

The Strangeness on My Shelf

Jacket (4)Imagine you’re broke (if you aren’t already), and you’ve just shown up to your successful cousin’s wedding. You’re without a gift, but even worse, you’re without a date. Old relatives are walking by and pinching your cheek asking when they’ll be able to come to your wedding.

You’ve just opened a bottle of vodka and are drinking from under the table as you watch family endow the newlyweds with lavish gifts. Then it happens: a moment so powerful, your life changes irreparably. Someone is looking your way. They make direct contact with you; with eyes that inspire such transformative romance, you spend the following years waxing poetic and sending love letters.

This is precisely what happened to the hapless protagonist, Mevlut, in Orhan Pamuk’s newest novel A Strangeness in My Mind.

Mevlut is a classic Pamuk protagonist, helplessly unaware, frustratingly stubborn, almost detestable, but eerily familiar, as if somehow at any moment you could lose focus and become the Mevlut of your own story. Unbeknownst to him, Mevlut finds himself as the groundzero for a massive tug-of-war much larger than his life, much larger than Istanbul, even larger than Turkey itself.

The story is centered around Mevlut’s move to Istanbul from a rural, more conservative Turkish village. Mevlut is a struggling street vendor, trying to catch the wave of new capital and European currency flowing in the streets. He’s attempting to make a living plying a trade that is on the brink of non-existence. But, it is what his father taught him to do, and he never finished school so he’s compelled to continue doing the one thing that he knows well.

Istanbul becomes the subtle protagonist as it begins to throb with life around Mevlut. Streets once empty are filled with chatter. Women walk without veils and bars serve Raki, a strong, Turkish liquor. Mevlut doesn’t despise the new Istanbul, but he’s rather like our moms and dads trying to use an iPhone—he gets frustrated seeing the things he’s comfortable with being replaced by new things that operate in new ways.

The neighborhoods of Istanbul are segregated in profound complexities. In so many moments, these mixed communities explode with violence between nationalists and communists, east and west, north and south, Islamist and secularist, and Turks and Kurds. But Istanbul, in all of its ambition and old-world mystique, will overcome all challenges and remain smack dab in the middle of the world.

Photograph of Orhan Pamuk by Jerry Bauer

Photograph of Orhan Pamuk by Jerry Bauer

Speaking from experience, I can tell you that A Strangeness in My Mind is an adrenaline rush for news junkies. The novel covers a vast period of Istanbul’s history, from adolescence to maturity. It won’t skip over hardship, car bombs, thugs, and systemic corruption in order to romanticize the city. Rather, it provides an unheard history attuned to a Western audience.

As a personal note, I began reading A Strangeness in My Mind, ironically, over turkey during thanksgiving. Irony aside, the climate is no laughing matter, and the political situation involving Erdogan’s contested election and the subsequent attack on Russian aircraft, then the assassination of the most powerful Kurdish lobbyist cannot be correctly understood via western media sources. A Strangeness in My Mind is a conduit to understanding Turkey, Pamuk’s guiding hand will provide an eager reader with a powerful emotional connection to the myriad of communities coexisting there.

“SPQR” Lives Up to the Hype

Jacket (1)I love reading about pretty much any historical period. But I really love reading about Rome! I memorized toga styles once- it’s kind of an obsession. So I was excited that a Roman history book has been flying off the shelf this past month. I decided to try it, and I wasn’t disappointed. Remitto!

SPQR is short for “senatus populusque romanus” which means the “Senate and People of Rome”. It was a symbol that appeared often on Roman literature and legal documents, and refers to the governing body of the Roman Republic and its people. Beard chose a really apt title here, because I could actually divide this book in half. Half focuses on Roman life and culture. This was definitely the most fun part of the book. It is like a collection of stories that make the past come alive.

There are stories about pirates and Spartacus and his army fighting with kitchenware for weapons, and that strange tale about Plautus and Terence. There are also stories that challenge some of the famous annals of Rome. For example, do you remember that legend that Caligula declared war on Poseidon and commanded his armies to gather seashells from the ocean as war spoils? Beard tells us there may have been some confusion over the Latin word musculi, which can mean “shells” or “military huts”. His soldiers may have been destroying a military camp, not hunting for seashells.

The other half of the book explores the Senatus and all of Rome’s leaders. The way they constructed their government was a source of inspiration for America’s founding fathers, so this is a pretty interesting read regarding the earliest seeds of a republic. Many of the questions that people like Polybius and the Forum struggled with are still things we debate today. Dealing with “terrorists” outside the due process of the law is not just an issue that the US is struggling with. It’s really interesting to find that many political and social beliefs have been attempted before, and it very often offers insight to see how things may or may not have worked in the past. Beard doesn’t lean too hard on any real bias, a lot of the questions she poses are given with the historical evidence we have, and then the reader is free to make of it what they will.

I absolutely recommend this book to anybody wanting a more in-depth look at Rome. The writing isn’t too dry, or too romantic. The book feels very conversational; there isn’t a strict chronological order to it, so it feels like you sat down with a historian over drinks and asked them about some of the interesting bits of ancient Rome. I wouldn’t recommend this book to anybody that doesn’t have some knowledge going in. But it’s a little treasure trove, and definitely lives up to the hype.

The Darker Side of Party Planning


I have to bake cookies for the board, so I’ll leave the blood for later.

Jacket (1)I am rendered a bit speechless in trying to describe what makes Helen Ellis’s new collection of short stories, American Housewife, so sharp and delectable. It is an homage of sorts (equal parts tender and piercing) to the oft-scoffed at domesticity that some women have chosen to take up, despite so many loud voices claiming that staying home is synonymous with giving up.

The settings are so familiar, just women doing simple hausfrau things like introducing new book club members to a circle of readers, supporting young and burgeoning artists, or gossiping with the bellboys about building residents. And then,


The dynamic shifts, ever so subtly, and there is an itch in the back of your brain telling you that something about all of this is strange. Sometimes, that feeling is because there is definitely a dead body somewhere in the apartment. Sometimes, it is because the women in several of these stories full of vacuuming and meal planning are happy. Not a cynical, eye-rolling “happy”, but truly content. (What does it say about us as readers that when reading a story about a housewife, we expect to be thrilled by some outside catalyst- as if a story simply about a woman in her home could never be truly enough?) In a sparse, two page story titled “What I Do All Day”, the narrator wakes up, makes coffee, throws a party, and goes to bed flawed and at peace.

I see everyone out and face the cold hard truth that no one will ever load my dishwasher right. I scroll through iPhone photos and see that if I delete pictures of myself with a double chin, I will erase all proof of my glorious life. I fix myself a hot chocolate because it is a gateway drug to reading. I think I couldn’t love my husband more, and then he vacuums all the glitter.

Not all of the stories in this collection are home runs (very, very few collections can boast such a thing), and at times the narratives drag just the tiniest bit; but the parts of this book that shine are absolutely stunning. In “Hello! Welcome to Book Club”, the needling feeling of dread that came from the slowly unfolding purpose of said book club was thrilling, to say the least.

The women in American Housewife are forces to be reckoned with. They bake, they plan parties, they are patrons of the arts, they grocery shop, they murder building committee members, and then they clean up the blood with organic, non-toxic kitchen sprays. Their experiences range from the every day to the utterly extraordinary and bizarre, and I cannot stop thinking about them. That is, I suppose, one of the best things you can say about a book.


This Census-Taker by China Miéville

9781509812158This Census-Taker_4China Miéville’s newest work, This Census-Taker, is an unavoidably dark novella, so don’t even read the first page if you’re looking for rainbows and unicorns. Plot-wise, a young boy, suffering from vast emotional and physical alienation, is a witness to his mother’s murder. His words fall deaf upon unbelieving adult ears. The child knows precisely who the culprit is, but his innocence prohibits adults from facing the cruelty he claims to have witnessed.

Miéville mercilessly abandons the reader to the youthful voice of the narrator, who is, at first, severely limited by the naivety and sensitivity of his age—but through moments of shaky trepidation, reaches a self-awareness that at first seemed implausible.

The most beautiful mechanism operating in Miéville’s novella is an interaction between ambiguity and relentlessly poignant detail. Critics of This Census-Taker mention a frustrating lack of answers and an undetermined setting; but this is precisely what I loved most about this work. Miéville doesn’t need to tell you that the story takes place in place X during year Y, because he wants you to feel lost in the imagery. It feels like he wants you to feel foreign, stranded atop fog covered mountain village and proper nouns complicate that purpose.

China Mieville

Source: Sarah Lee for the Guardian

I loved the vagueness in the setting of this novel, and I truly felt the bleakness Miéville intended to suggest. Fans of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road will instantly recognize Miéville’s mechanics and allow the people and objects within the story to transcend their proper labels in order to become archetypes describing the most sublime and hideous parts of mans’ soul.

This Census-Taker is a reminder of man’s subconscious, senseless cruelties towards one another and the world around them. Also, this novella is a poignant reminder of a crucial moment in a child’s life where one is still malleable—still capable of pacifying inherent cruelty before it becomes an inescapable reality.

“I stared at nothing in the shadow in the hill… I wanted not to imagine anything like the whispering and snarling dead who filled my head, dead people clotting in a great pile, sliding over the house trash like a band of murdered animals gone blind and stupid with rage in the darkness, furious with anyone still alive, a familiar figure at their head.” China Miéville, This Census-Taker

Puzzling out Michel Houellebecq’s “Submission”

JacketFor the first time in a while, certainly all year, I am unsure of what to make of a book.

I first heard of Submission through a conversation with a customer. Written by acclaimed French novelist Michel Houellebecq, Submission was apparently “the most talked about book in Europe right now” or at least the most controversial. I picked up a copy that same day. Two days later, I had finished it.

Houellebecq, whom the New Yorker calls “the most famous French novelist of his generation,” was already a controversial figure prior to the release of Submission. His previous works have drawn polarizing views from international critics and have led to his being labeled as misogynist and racist (both of which he insistently denies). He was even taken to court for “inciting racial hatred” during the tour for his novel Platform, and, although he was acquitted, he later moved to Ireland where he lived in exile for a few years. Submission, his first novel in five years, which chronicles an Islamic political party’s rise to power in France in the year 2022, was sure to fan the flames. But not even Houellebecq could have predicted (nor, indeed, have wanted) the publicity that would follow.

On January 7 2015, to publicize the release of Submission that same day, Houellebecq appeared on the cover of French magazine Charlie Hebdo over the caption, “The Predictions of Wizard Houellebecq.” By gruesome coincidence, this would be the very day that two men belonging to Al-Qaeda stormed the Parisian office of Charlie Hebdo and killed 11 people. Houellebecq subsequently canceled his promotional tour, but Submission was already set to become one of the biggest books of the year.

The beginning was unquestionably the most enjoyable part of the book to read. Here we are introduced to Francois, a forty-something-year-old professor of literature at the prestigious Sorbonne University in Paris. Single, cynical, and rather brilliant, Francois has spent the entirety of his adult life studying and teaching the literature of renowned French author J.K. Huysmans. His adoration borders on obsession and leaves little room in his life for interest in politics or human relations. He has no contact with his parents; his only friends are a couple of colleagues from the university. He casually dates his students, averaging a year or so with each woman until she reveals that she has “met someone.” He is essentially alone, and he prefers it that way. But neither the reader nor Francois is under the impression that he is at all happy.

The beauty of these early chapters lies in Francois’ love of Huysmans, of literature in general. “Only literature can put you in touch with another human spirit…with all its weaknesses and grandeurs, its limitations, its pettinesses, its obsessions, its beliefs…Only literature can give you access to a spirit from beyond the grave.” This is the author speaking as much as it is his narrator. It’s utterly mesmerizing to follow an expert in his craft as he weaves through such broad and varied topics as the nature of sexuality and romance, the role of religion in society, and the cultural beliefs that are necessarily doomed (feminism, secularism) and favored (patriarchy).

Conflict introduces itself to Francois’ monotonous life as the elections of 2022 draw near and rumors of sudden and drastic change pass through the university faculty. The new-to-France political party known as the Muslim Brotherhood is rapidly gaining support under its capable and charismatic leader Ben Abbes, and professors hypothesize the educational and social reforms that are sure to follow Islamic leadership in France. Francois is unable to hide from the social unrest unfolding in a world that he has so far been able to mostly ignore. Soon he must confront the same spiritual and moral dilemmas that his beloved Huysmans faced nearly two hundred years earlier.

I’m still trying to decide how I feel about the book as a whole. It was thoroughly enjoyable to read, and I learned a lot about French politics and literature (although I had to be content to let some of the more obscure allusions elude me). But its cynicism and misogyny at times overwhelmed me. Critics can’t seem to make up their minds either. Despite Houellebecq’s insistence that the novel is not satirical, many reviewers label the book as political satire. I’d love for more Americans (and particularly Jacksonians) to read this book so that we can participate in the debate that is prevalent in European literary circles.

“Even in our deepest, most lasting friendships, we never speak as openly as when we face a blank page and address a reader we do not know,” says Francois in one of his musings on Huysmans. In Submission, Houellebecq has a lot to say, but it’s the reader’s job to detect exactly what that is.

2015, I’d like to kiss you on the mouth.

dbdb37f2-a00d-4114-b5d6-1e42a0bc65cfThis year was a doozy. I consumed everything from nonfiction about animal consciousness to the modern classic Fates and Furies by Lemuria’s new best friend, Lauren Groff. I can’t even get into the second paragraph without telling you that The Godfather was hands down my favorite read of the year. You can read my blog about it here. I had the chance to sit down and talk to Garth Risk Hallberg about his meteoric rise in the literary world. Jon Meacham made me cry.

I personally made the move from the hub that is Lemuria’s front desk to the quieter fiction room, where I now am elbows deep in the mechanics of our First Editions Club; and am coincidentally even more in love with fiction than I was before. My TBR pile has skyrocketed from about 10 books to roughly 30 on my bedside table. It’s getting out of control and I love it.

[Sidebar: This year, I fell even more in love with graphic novelsNimona surprised us all by making one of the short-lists for the National Book Award, and we were so pleased to see it get the recognition that it deserves. Go Noelle Stevenson! You rule!]

As a bookstore, we were able to be on the forefront of some of the most influential books of 2015 (see: Between the World and Me– when we passed that advance reader copy around, the rumblings were already beginning). Literary giants Salman Rushdie, John Irving, and Harper Lee put out new/very, very old works to (mostly) thunderous applause, and debut novelists absolutely stunned and shook up the book world. (My Sunshine Away, anyone? I have never seen the entire staff band behind a book like that before. We were/are obsessed.) Kent Haruf’s last book was published; it was perfect, and our hearts ache in his absence.

We marched through another Christmas, wrapping and reading and recommending and eating enough cookies to make us sick. We hired fresh new faces, we said goodbye to old friends, we cleaned up scraggly, hairy sections of the store and made them shiny and new. We had the privilege of having a hand in Mississippi’s first ever book festival. We heaved in the GIANT new Annie Leibovitz book, and spent a few days putting off work so that we could all flip through it. In short, this year has been anything but uneventful; it’s been an adventure. So here’s to 2016 absolutely knocking 2015 out of the park.

Read on, guys.



A Wild Swan by Michael Cunningham

JacketSo I don’t think I will win over many people by saying that Wild Swan is a collection of short stories; but its well known European fairy tales are retold for a more adult, modern audience. Yeah, there have been plenty of movie and book re-tellings of fairy tales presented in many different ways- could be a campy musical, or a dark young adult novel, or a big budget action movie…

So why read this one? Well for one thing, many of modern adaptations of fairy tales try to stretch one story into full novel length, or they mash together a lot of fairy tale stories into one. But A Wild Swan (from the amazing author of The Hours) keeps each of its stories separate and brief, like the original tales. Also, fairy and folk tales were really meant to teach a lesson, and these stories do teach lessons, but different, more grown-up ones. For example, “The Tin Soldier” retelling is about the obstacles of marriage. It was really fun after I read each story to sit and think about what it was trying to say. In some of the tales it was pretty obvious, but in some, it was a bit more subtle, or weirdly disguised.

A Wild Swan keeps many of the strange elements left over from a history of oral storytelling, and I wish I could read it deep in the woods at night or something. A lot of the stories are told from the point of view of the villain, and there’s plenty of thorn-covered, derelict settings. (And eerily pretty illustrations by Yuko Shimizu!) But since the structure of each story is geared around the lesson it is teaching, the settings don’t feel too alienating.

That brings me to the most important part. Sure, all of this stuff is cool and all, but is it interesting? It certainly was for me. I read the entire short story collection in one sitting because I wanted to see what the next story had to offer. Some of them have really good twists to them, and a lot of the intrigue comes from you trying to predict what will happen because you’ve read “Hansel and Gretel” before, but then the story takes another direction, then another. And then you sit and think about what the moral was, before tackling the next story. As someone who’s read about a hundred renditions of “Beauty and the Beast”, Cunningham’s take is one of the best.

So, funnily enough, by staying a bit more true to the original source material, A Wild Swan is able to offer something much more unique and addicting than many of the other adaptations I’ve seen. If you love fairy tales, but found yourself a bit bored watching Disney’s recent live action Cinderella movie, this book is for you.

Give the Gift of First Editions!

Looking for the perfect gift to give your fellow book lovers this Christmas? Good news! You can gift a subscription of Lemuria’s First Editions Club! Here’s how it works:

We select one new book (sometimes two) every month. With few exceptions, each book is signed in the store. We want to meet the authors of our favorite books, and we want to give you a chance to meet them, too. When preparing the books for shipment, we first protect the book’s dust jacket with an archival mylar cover to help maintain its value. Then we wrap the book in butcher paper, and pack it carefully in a box ‐ never in an envelope. We’ve selected the most pristine copies of the book for the club, and we want them to be delivered to you in the same pristine condition. The best part? The cost of the club each month is simply the cost of the book we’ve selected, no one-time fee!

The First Editions Club is a great way to build a collectible library of contemporary books that will not only accrue in value, but that you will want to pull off the shelf and read. Every month we hand-select a first edition that we believe is worth more than the paper it’s printed on. We especially look for collectible southern authors, debut authors’ first novels, and books that knock us out of our chairs. Over the last two decades, we have had the privilege of selecting novels that have gained national and international praise. Adam Johnson’s debut novel, The Orphan Master’s Son, our January 2012 pick, went on to win the Pulitzer Prize. And in 1997, Charles Frazier’s then obscure novel, Cold Mountain, was awarded the National Book Award. After its author was plucked from anonymity, a signed first edition of Cold Mountain is now worth over $300.

If you’d like to give a gift subscription or to sign up for yourself (because you deserve a treat), call us at 601.366.7619. Want to know more about how our First Editions Club works? Click here!

And now, for your viewing pleasure-  2015 First Editions Club in review:

39160-2January- The Up-Down by Barry Gifford

39764-2February- The Big Seven by Jim Harrison

FES0399169526-239189-2                             March- My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh and Soil by Jamie Kornegay

WFES062311115-2April- The Bone Tree by Greg Iles

AR-AJ096_HAUSFR_DV_20150311132450May- Hausfrau by Jill Alexander Essbaum

40936-2June- A Slant of Light by Jeffrey Lent

WFES804137256-2July- Armada  by Ernest Cline

24724581August- The Scribe by Matthew Guinn

61X4KnqQS4L._SY344_September- Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff

42156-242712-2October- City on Fire by Garth Risk Hallberg and Rogue Lawyer by John Grisham

WFES062284129-2November- A Free State by Tom Piazza

WFES804176583-2December- Devotion by Adam Makos

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