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by Kalen V.
Texas, KMBH
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It is the middle of a hot summer in southern Texas and I
stand by my father as he looks over the cotton crops ready to be
harvested. I watch him as he studies the fluffy white blossoms that
grow into the plants. "Not yet," he says, "Maybe in another week."
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