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Sodapop.

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Anybody know what kind of boar this guy is? I got him at a yard sale in Slade, Ky and I have no clue! I asked someone else and they suggested that maybe he was Russian or a razor back... regardless, this guy is humongous. Not too much fur since it's a bad/old mount, but he does have a thick stripe down his back...

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Kentucky Gothic

You first hear about it on the radio. A little girl drowned in a creak nearby. You hear it at the church your grandma forces you to go to. A little girl drowned in a creak nearby. You hear it at school. A little girl drowned in a creak nearby. “A little girl can drown in a puddle,” they say. “It doesn’t surprise me that she’d drown in a creak nearby”. You hear it the last time as you drive by one of the local greenhouses. “There’s the creak that that little girl drowned in,” your grandma says. “Such a shame”. You remember that family’s little girl. You remember seeing her painting on a terrapin’s shell with nail polish once when you stopped to buy plants. You don’t feel bad for the not-so little girl anymore. Such a shame.

You go to get food for the chickens from your porch one night and see an unexpected guest. An opossum. He goes to take another step for the bowl of cat food, retracts his foot, looks like he’s contemplating it, and then slowly walk away. You should’ve asked him to stay for dinner.

You walk through bull nettle. You stumble through saw briers. You crawl through poison ivy. You rest your head on a chestnut hull. Maybe you’ll be able to walk again after a nap. Maybe.

There is kudzu everywhere. It looks nice, you think, but everyone else seems to disagree. None of the animals go near it. It creeps from the forest and into your yard. It creeps over the trellises in your garden. It creeps onto your porch and through your window. You try to kill it out. You cut it, burn it, spray it with weed killer. You can't find the roots. It keeps growing. Eventually, your house is swallowed. You can't remember a time without kudzu.

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And from the ash, life sprung anew.