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(First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.

Truman Capote Sayings: (First Lines) Now A Traveler Must Make His Way To Noon City By The Best Means He Can, For There Are No Trains Or Buses Headed In That Direction, Though Six Days A Week A Truck From The Chuberry Turpentine Company Collects Mail And Supplies At The Nextdoor Town Of Paradise Chapel; Occasionally A Person Bound For Noon City Can Catch A Ride With The Driver Of The Truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's A Rough Trip No Matter How You Come, For These Washboard Roads Will Loosen Up Even Brandnew Cars Pretty Fast, And Hitchhikers Always Find The Going Bad. Also, This Is Lonesome Country, And Here In The Sunken Marshes Where Tiger Lilies Bloom The Size Of A Man's Head There Are Luminous Green Logs That Shine Under The Dark Water Like Drowned Corpses. Often The Only Movement On The Landscape Is A Broken Spiral Of Smoke From A Sorry-looking Farmhouse On The Horizon, Or A Wing-stiffened Bird, Silent And Arrow-eyed, Circling Endlessly Over The Bleak Deserted Pinewoods.