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I TELL THEM how Mama always wore a scarf ‘round her

neck to hide the scar from being dragged for trying to run free.

When I thought on it at night, I’d put my hands around my

neck, stare up at the North Star like it might be the eye of God

Himself and pray Mama be all right. Be looking for me. And

finding me ‘fore too long.