Saturday, August 31, 2013
When she got the letter, she cried, partly because it'd been too long since she saw Memaw and partly because she had failed to come on her own accord. To most folks, her family's land, her sole
inheritance was nothing but grit and sorrow. For Mara, it was home. This was her world. That Kentucky muck soil would feed her dreams and yield her freedom. She traced a scratch along the weathered railing and smiled. She was where she was suppose to be. Planted there, she was who she was meant to be- an expanse open for giving and receiving.
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