I am gardening in south Louisiana heat, my Mother’s Day gift to myself, until, red in the face and soaked with sweat, thirsty, I turn on the spigot, watch the rush of water gush over stones, thrust my mouth into it, drink it in, water for me as well as for the seeds– seedlings, sprouts,…

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