As I rounded the corner my ears stilled to the faint sound of a child’s voice from within the small bathroom to the left of the stairwell. It was muffled by the steady rush of water, the indication of a shower in progress, but it was audible nonetheless. I stopped hesitantly and tightened my grip…
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But beautiful melancholy invites nuance and complexity. It allows me to take the vastly polar ends of the emotional spectrum in stride, recognizing the transience of both. There is something about Louisiana in the odd uneven throes of August. Despite the muggy heat, the Mississippi Delta air is surprisingly pleasant, soft like silk on skin,…
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