Un, dos, tres, un, dos, tres…” It’s May outside Franklin, the air is sticky-sweet with honeysuckle, and a lilting tune in waltz time floats like a midday breeze down a country road in rural Williamson County. The music gets louder…
Read MoreUn, dos, tres, un, dos, tres…” It’s May outside Franklin, the air is sticky-sweet with honeysuckle, and a lilting tune in waltz time floats like a midday breeze down a country road in rural Williamson County. The music gets louder…
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