Picture sunshine exploding into a million crystals of light, flung across the sky and splashing quickly on the surface of a minivan. There’s a hose attached to the quiet side of Fire Station 29 on the east side of Birmingham that’s held by the large and calloused hand of a Black fireman.
That’s what comes to mind when I think of the most special place, my home city,
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