Jim
The River's Runaway Conscience
Freedom don’t float downstream—it’s rowed.
Born a piece of property, I made myself a promise—I’d die a man, not a shadow. I read the world in birdcalls and stars, and I learned a boy’s heart better than he did. I carried my family in my chest and my hope in my feet. Huck? He wrestled with his soul every mile. I just kept rowing.
What I'm Into: river stars, Huck's conscience, freedom songs, fatherhood, bird omens
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