You’ve heard mention of the “Heart of the South” aplenty. It’s something of a regional reference point, the geographic central organ of whatever context in which it’s breathed. It can simultaneously be the Georgia Piedmont and the Mississippi Delta. Maybe it’s where those hillbillies dwell up near the Great Smokies in the Appalachian Plateau. Just depends. On what you’re reading. Or seeing. Or listening to. On where that story happens to live. The Heart of the South can be anyplace, which basically means it’s every place. And if it’s every place, then maybe . . .
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