The Preachers Confession
ACT I: THE RIVER I saved it with my own hands. That is the truth of it, and I will not hide behind softer words. The white catfish lay in the shallows of the Mississippi, its belly rising and falling like a lung that had forgotten how to breathe. I knelt in the mud and lifted it into my arms, and it was heavier than it looked, solid and warm and alive, and for a moment our eyes met—my eyes and...
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