Birdwiches

“There were sweet grass baskets that the mountain people sold on Trade Street on Saturdays and a drugstore called Missildine’s that smelled of medicine and cologne and where they made strong, dark cokes at the soda fountain and grilled cheese sandwiches as heavy and limp as dead birds.”

The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days by Frederick Buechner

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