The House of Summer Echoes
The House of Summer EchoesThe heat in Mississippi does not descend. It rises. It comes up from the earth like a confession that the ground itself cannot keep buried any longer. By August, the air above the delta had the consistency of soup — thick, yellow, and heavy enough to drown in if you stood still long enough.Josie Holloway stood on the porch of the plantation house and watched the bus...
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