The Flooding of Bayou Marie
The land does not drown all at once. It learns. I am Celeste DuBois, and I am sixty-five years old, and I am the last person alive who remembers what Bayou Marie looked like before the water changed. The water did not come from the sky. It did not come from the river. It came from below, from deep in the clay and the peat and the bones of all the people who had ever been buried in this soil,...
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