I open my eyes, my ears and my heart to my abuelo, mamí and campesinos here on a gutted out school bus on a peach and tomato farm on Johns Island, South Carolina.
I see lightning bugs flashing.
I hear roosters crowing.
I feel the breeze blowing.
I smile a thank you.
It's just before dawn.
One star sits by itself in the sky.
The estrella de la mañana.
Symbol of all that's beautiful in the world.
- trevor scott barton, stories for a brown-eyed girl, 2020
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