The damp packed earth beneath the magnolias was our playground, but even when I was small I watched the middle distance, as if my destiny might arise… - Andrea Lewis

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The damp packed earth beneath the magnolias was our playground, but even when I was small I watched the middle distance, as if my destiny might arise from the grooved line where the mangroves met the sky. Sometimes a pelican would appear out of the haze, six horizontal feet of pterodactyl in an effortless glissade, cruising just above the treetops, riding down the long, drawn-out minutes of the morning.