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Heather’s Light
Heather took everything lightly. In fact. she took everything she could get her hands on. Chocolate covered bing cherries from Nathan’s kitchen. Mango nectar from Aunt Nancy’s garage. Bales of cotton that were stacked up on the side of Effington’s produce, ready to load on rail cars when the train arrived from Nashville at 8:14.
She could sneak away to her tight & little shed,
sip warm mango nectar, eat chocolate cherries,
and weave nearly translucent summer sweaters as the morning sunlight squeezed its way through the cracks in her pine walls,
illuminating her poverty, showing her the way to peace.
