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Ironically, I moved down to that land (known for its cotton plantations and racial segregation) to be free. But 9 months later I looked up, and looked around and I found myself, sure enough, all tangled up in the Delta Blues.
the rash had flared up again, so she bent over and politely, delicately, pulled her wrapped skirt a little closer to her legs.
the sun came through my window and warmed my arm which held the wheel. in my other hand i held onto the travel mug my sister got me for christmas. as i passed over the bridge, i gripped the mug a little tighter.