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I do not know what to say or how to say it my mind is running, where is it running, tis running to Lizzie in the jail and I cannot say what or how or where or why is this happening and what do I do? Dear God, what do I do? Just yesterday I learned they had spoken against her, spoken out against Lizzie, who has never harmed a soul, who helps birds fallen from their nests, who cares for everyone round her as though they are her own kin. Who will help us now?
I knelt in the dirt, for hours, hours, the dust and the wind and the storm splashing down on me with the force of fury, making me wet from the inside out but the water on my face was not from the sky. I called for Lizzie, banging the grassy ground with my fists until I bled and the sinew in my flesh flattened with the strength of
