Mid-Pandemic Journeys
Well, I will not go down under the ground
'Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
And I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave, my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground
—Bob Dylan, “Let Me Die in my Footsteps”
Source: Musixmatch
God’s Country: Three Vignettes
Panacea, on the Florida panhandle, sits at the convergence of the Ochlockonee and the Sopchoppy rivers, which empty into Apalachee Bay and the Gulf of Mexico.
