A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Nine

We are in Charleston for the night.  It has been nice and I wish we could stay longer, to be honest.  I think we might try to come back through on the trip back, but I am not certain if that will work out this time.  We are driving back with my mother, so it is not entirely our decision.

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