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Sorghum

The day we harvested sorghum it did not matter if the sorghum grew on red or blue land. The cane was green, the community a rainbow of calloused hands and smiles. The sky voted for life, the sun for abundance, the sap for a sweet finish, its...

Scars

I have two rather prominent scars on my face, both of them acquired in my early years and both of them of my own stupidity. There is one above my eye and one on my chin, both of the same side of my face. Both came when my parents were living in...