My granddaddy’s farm was a stones throw from the Trent River in coastal North Carolina. A sort of br
My granddaddy’s farm was a stones throw from the Trent River in coastal North Carolina. A sort of brackish river that flows into the Atlantic. Every time I find a swimming hole I think about being back there. Around rows of tobacco and soy. I hope talks summer is full of love. We’re feeling so good out here ✨ -- source link