January 1936. They’re calling it the Dust Bowl. The circus is long gone. But
January 1936. They’re calling it the Dust Bowl. The circus is long gone. But I’ve made it to the foothills of the Rockies and can pass over to California in the spring. The effects of the conman’s elixir has never worn off and has made my life so much more difficult. But since I’ve met Gregory, a farm hand from Nebraska, I’ve since learned that being a woman has it’s… appeals. -- source link
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