The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The memory of the mud is worse than the mud itself. Purificacion Ocampo remembers the suction, the way the estero soil gripped her ankles like a jealous lover, pulling her down into the dark water where the old world’s bones lay tangled in plastic. She was twelve, and she wanted boots. Not the rubber clogs her mother mended with fishing line, but real leather boots, the kind that kept the water...

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