“You folks out east, you think it’s so easy just to quit. To walk away. But you can’t see the stars because you ain’t never seen the dark.” I leaned against the wall and scratched at a scab on my knee. “This drought, this depression . . . we’re in the blackness. We can either shine in the dark or be overcome by it. Sometimes shining means staying. Other times it means going. But it never means to quit.”
