I took another bite, and I swear I felt my grandmother's hands, heard Arkansas grass swaying in the wind, and saw people wearily reaching their shacks after time spent in the fields. I was biting into me. And I tasted good.
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Not much seems out of place in the Mississippi Delta, where everything appears to be as it always has been, only more so as the years go by. But here ...
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