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| Gospel for April by � arhllm She called up to the sky searching for her tree's roots. Offspring of the first woman to have fallen through the hole in the world once called home. She shivers the gospel songs come blasting through the AM station on the car's radio. The bones of the ancestors laid out for public display playing in her mind. The People treated as cast off pieces of broken pottery. Some ignoring the fall from the sky world with its connection to the present. She plays with the radio's dial searching for a new reality tacking her trough the static in the waves of air wrapping around her mind, embracing the bruised, battered past. Shattered shards of life shower in front of her eyes. The road ahead becomes limitless the sun beating its warming rays through the car's windshield her mind clears. |