“Holidays seem to lose their savor as you get older. It’s like a passage of a kind — from one palate to another.”

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Narratives that treat Alabama (the land I love) as something more than a historical footnote, a Southern caricature, or a trope-riddle slang will always have my heart. This story is full of Afrofuturistic possibility, Black gumption, and blues. All kinds of blues. Thank you, Cebo!

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