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Growing Up is Hard

Growing Up is Hard

by Lacey Veazey-Daniel

Where hot summer nights swell with the rise and fall of cicada song and the maddening hum of a million mosquitoes

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Where hoofbeats make dust storms you can see for miles and miles as the huge Delta sky blazes lavender, vermillion, and gold

Where cotton fields spread far out to the horizon, seas of summer snow in the swelter of July

Where the ghost of Robert Johnson stalks the shoulders of 61 searching endlessly for the crossroads and the devil to make a deal

Where tender love and bitter hate thread together into a tragic tapestry of triumph and turmoil, stretching back through history, reaching for tomorrow.

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