He was old and black...negro...colored he'd say and he had been for a good while. "I know you." He said. "You watch me thru de windah." I nodded as our first conversation concluded. He drove his old mule down the newly-paved asphalt roads, begrudgingly regal on an old scrap tire his plow rested...the point hidden inside the body of the…
William PlattNovember 10, 2022
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