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[landofcotton]

[ When the American South opened the door, she expected to step into her own home. In fact, it takes her a moment to realize that isn't where she is at all, wind blowing that long hair in her face while the other hand closes the door and habitually straightens a long skirt that really doesn't need straightening.

She sighs as she uses her hands to fix her hair back, pausing as she caught sight of just where she walked into. ]

...oh dear.