Searching for the Remarkable in Things - Natalie Lucy

Mary, Georgia, 1851 'My Momma always told me that, one day, remarkable things would happen to me. ‘No, Mary,’ I hear her say, voice dripping like treacle, ‘not happen to you; you will do remarkable things.’ Not now though, trapped and with no room to properly breathe – nowhere to look even but the sky above and the earth under my feet pressed flat on the ground from working and walking from dawn until the sun sets low in a stretched wide sky of cerise and crimson. For now, my space to... Zobrazit více