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The Taste of Clay

I was born with a Southern drawl flowing from my lips like rich red clay during a summer downpour, thick and shifting with each emotion, an open window to my heart’s hue, with no mistaking the color of it’s source, at … Continue reading

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The sudden darkness and change in temperature was like stepping into the heart of an eclipse. When you added the sweetly rank scent of manure, animal feed and sweat, it was like entering another world altogether. She held her grandfather’s … Continue reading

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