Fearless

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Over at Mamalode today....

"I don't remember if there were sirens, but I do remember the color of the sky. Just as country kids learn to instinctively turn into a skid driving on a dirt road, there's a particular shade of olive green that means only one thing--get to shelter and get there quick. With my little brother on her hip, my mother grabbed my hand and jogged the three of us out into the hot, twilight wind, to a neighboring uncle's basement."

Read the rest of "Fearless".