Underneath the highways and nestled in the shadows of the overpasses are beasts. Beasts of the Southern Wild. They are a forgotten people, those who we have left to be the images of stereotypes or our unknown fears. They are beasts mind you, beasts. This week 21 people from NJ went to study these beasts. We have become them. The glitz of Mardi Gras and the shine of the Superdome do not overwhelm the powerful images left on the minds and hearts of the JUNO.
I want to be cohesive.
I am a beast. A Beast of the Southern Wild.
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