The Cotton That Remembers

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The heat in Mississippi does not simply sit upon you. It enters you. It finds the spaces between your ribs and fills them with wet wool. I sat at my clinic desk in the town of Fontenot, Louisiana—yes, Louisiana, though the heat knows no state lines—and watched the ceiling fan turn its slow, groaning circles. The blades were warped, and each rotation made a sound like a bone shifting in its...

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