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I hope you'll feel the pull between the beauty of the natural world this woman experiences around her, and the pull of the past that makes her turn away from what is and what could be to what was...

No one's seen her car around-- just oil spots left on hard-baked ground.

Three steps up to no screen door, red clay tracked on vinyl floor.

No curtains hang at any window. Burnt beans left from last night's dinner.

Noisy fan with rusty blades. Hounds are panting in the shade.

Unwatched TV volume thunders-- baby cries and neighbors wonder.

They all said it couldn’t last, and when they heard a shotgun blast--

were not surprised to find that he would leave her dead and take her keys.