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Storm Comes A’Callin

I heft the axe. Lighter now, and warm in my palms. My old bones creak, I lift it over my head. I stare at the groove in the ground, beaten into the land. Many a storm been broke here. Too many, maybe…

A story of blues music, weather magic, and old hurts.

Publication Details

First appeared in , 2004