Hannah

“Redgunk is a place of swamp gas illusion; of slimy frogs and bumpy toads singing to the stars; and of people, who, like the frogs, attain even in the midst of their most vulgar sounds something like the solemn ringing, the joyous and melancholy singing of the holy.”
― William R. Eakin, Welcome to Redgunk: Tales From One Weird Mississippi Town