i saw that old photograph.
but this time it was new.
with all those same people.
but with one person replaced.
just one.
just one that moved to tennessee.
and normally my insides would start churning.
but this time i was happy for it all.
happy that people are moving on.
happy to be forgotten?
in a way, very much so.
dear alabama, how did i survive you for so long?
why did i fit in so badly?
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