Good morning from Starhill, the south Louisiana hamlet where I grew up. I’m staying there with my cousins this week. For all my inner turmoil about how I relate to this place, there is nowhere and no time that speaks to my soul like sunrise in Starhill. It has to do with the quality of wetness in the air, th…
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