THE WRITER’S EYE with guest author, Julia Franks
stop to consider, this kind of cross-grain action has been my experience as well. I think you know where this account is going. It took longer than I want to admit, but I came around to the obvious conclusion: What if Christ the immigrant became a kind of lever to open up the rest of this unique and forgotten place? What if, instead of trying to normalize a very strange place, I instead leaned straight into all its weirdness? You start where you start. You start with a sentence. To begin with, Christ fell one hundred and ten feet from the top of Parksville Dam down the spillway and into the Ocoee River, where the combination of cold water and sulfuric acid slapped him clean back to life.
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