The Silver Boll
The land remembers what the people forget, and the land in Oklahoma in 1933 remembers everything, remembers the dust and the drought and the bank notes and the repossessions and the trucks loaded with mattresses and kitchen sinks and children crying in the back seat and the long drive west toward a California that promises oranges and sunshine and work and gives you instead a camp in the weeds...
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