“I tried to turn my heart to the living, to the place I was, but putting seed in land not owned by me or my family seemed alien. The sandy, gray-white soil looked like dirty beach sand, not fit for… — Rhonda Riley Copy Share Image
“Countless times, I have imagined A. rising through the rivers of this land, to the surface of Florida to be found again, pulled into the air by new hands. The possibilities are endless, but most often I imagine him found by children. Above him, the sky shimmers and undulates blue through transparent springwater. Then four small brown hands break the… — Rhonda Riley Copy Share
“I tried to turn my heart to the living, to the place I was, but putting seed in land not owned by me or… — Rhonda Riley Copy Share Image
