Salem - Old Salem - every Southern state has a Salem, but only the old Salem's are real Salem's. They are empty and cobbled with bricks made wih hay. They are ghostly and real and Historic and filled only with the sun we've brought from California and the two hundred year old sent of bees wax ovens simmering hot cross buns. Further North Salem's smell like crisped Witch. Here, further South, there were in all ways more gentle.
"I go to the Arabian market in Marseille to hock my suit." - Klaus Kinski
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