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Burn, Burn, Burn

You can really tell the place of the story. A small town in North Carolina where everyone knows everybody else. A place where it hasn’t rained for a long, long time and everything is as dry as a bone. Even the image of trying to water the garden is dry. You don’t see the water images at all. You see the dust and the dust splattering. Not the water. You can really tell that the character also has a history of living on this land and that she remembers another drought like this one. And that she repeats what her father does for praying for rain, even though she doesn’t believe in the ritual of killing a black snake and putting it on a fence to bring the rain. She certainly comments on it and it doesn’t surprise her at all. Her praying  is tinged by her loving another person who acted like he cared for her. She prays for rain not because they need it, but because the rain will stop the fires that (she is pretty sure) her new husband has been setting. Especially since she heard on the radio that arsonists are compulsive. Only getting caught or the rain will stop them. And nobody else really cares for her and she wants to be happy. So, she prays for rain.

And everything is interconnected. What Marcie does feeds off of her surroundings and what she hears and what other people do for her. If Marcie was a young woman, this story would not be the same because she would not have the same connection with her surroundings that she does now as an older woman.

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