A rugged hill separated the main city from my village. The river was over the hill where the smart people settled. That’s where the highway ran, where the railroad tracks were laid. Here, on my side of the hill, there were only decaying mobile homes, rusting cars permanently abandoned in back yards, and dusty patches of weedy grass.
I was determined to . . .
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