Copyright © 2011 Teresa Lynn
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The Mississippi River slammed against the bow of my boat butting heads with the churning backwash off the stern of a tugboat pushing grain laden barges downriver toward the port of New Orleans. Fresh water sprayed my face and cooled my sweaty brow. I licked my lips and tasted fish, forgotten wreckage and yesterday’s trash. Northern waters spilled their Yankee soil onto our southern banks which added layers of factory dirt and sand. I breathed in the sweet pungent fragrance of magnolia flowers in bloom on nearby trees rooted to sloping hills.