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In the Beginning

From the August/September 1996 Print Edition

The sun was fierce that day, relentless even in its shadow. Heat clung to the walls and troubled the air like a presence almost seen. She bent above the shallow bowl, pressing on the crush of wheat, grinding each stubborn hull beneath her clenched tool. Sweat trickled like a steady itch along her . . . . Continue Reading »