She is a tangle of accents and drawls from too many places as a kid. When she laughs, he hears New Orleans. When they fight, it’s the red dirt girl from her grandmother’s farm. Shopping brings out the Valley Girl; and when she’s sad, his heart breaks at the trace of Appalachia that clings to each resigned word. When she’s gone, he sits and watches the news every morning from Atlanta. He doesn’t listen to what they say so much as how they say it, and he wonders how it is that people learn to sound like they are from nowhere.
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so small, yet so powerful.
i'm really liking this series of vignettes.
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(I in fact temporarily deleted my account and EVERYONE from my list) If this is the reason I was dropped from you list, I apologize and politley ask to be reinstated. If it was just some house keeping, I understand.
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