The thought occurred to me as I was driving back from West Virginia, and smelled a lot of road-kill skunks.
Might one take the perspective that it might be worth it, maybe once only, in a person's life, to be skunked?
Just to know what it's like, (which I'm sure is unpleasant), just to have the honest-to-god "country kitty" bragging rights. Live exists to live it, after all.
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