The boy spent his rare moments of idle time on his family’s 40-acre farm traipsing through the garden behind his mama’s house. Skipping amid tomato and okra plants, he’d spot patches of crabgrass, snap up one of the long, jointed stems, put one end between his teeth, and pull the other end taut. When he plucked it with his right hand, its reedy twang sounded to him like nature’s symphony.
2025-08-22
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