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The Markby Forrest Brazeal

The sun assaulted the roadside vegetable stand with mindless intensity. The air smelled of hot tar and hot pasture. Selah did not wear a sun hat because even a worldly woman might wear such a hat in such weather. She wore a small mesh cap that perched on the back of her coiled braids like a coffee filter. It showed the world she was different. Her face and neck peeled red.

Cars streaked past on Highway 81 at a regular rate of about two per minute, each throwing its fine spray of dust and gravel against the faded wooden sign on the front of the vegetable stand. The sign read MILLER ORGANIC PRODUCE. NO CHEMICALS, NO GMO, NO WAY, NOHOW! Underneath, in ornate script that was the result of an afterno…

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