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65 Gi ft of Ti m e Myrlie Evers When I was able to see beauty in a world littered with scars when I discovered stores of memories that a bullet couldn’t quit when I watched a son grow into his father’s face, his laugh, his walk I saw how faith could be restored. And was finally able to imagine that before he fell in love with guns before he lost his mother and his childhood before he needed a reason to hate to feel threatened to push back against imaginary walls collapsing in on him like August heat and no fan I imagine before all that, little Byron was good. He was clean. He was innocent. And I finally understood that trouble don’t last always. We shall all be free. We shall all be free. We shall all be free some day. —guy and candy carawan ...

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