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A sun-scorched ribbon of Georgia clay unfurls beneath the bare feet of ten-year-old Peaches Lila McCreedy, her pigtails whipping like pennants in the diesel wind of a passing fruit truck. She is the last child left in a town that has auctioned off its childhood: the schoolhouse gutted into a moonshine still, the playground sold for billboard space, the river co-opted by a paper mill that bleaches water the color of old teeth. Into this evacuated Eden drifts itinerant sign-painter Buddy ‘Brush’ Fisher—half-hobo, half-iconoclast—carrying only a rusted coffee can of turkey-quill brushes and a pocketful of vermilion pigment ground from Armenian stone. Peaches, dazzled by the chromatic thunder of his roadside murals, barters stolen peaches for art lessons: she will pose; he will teach her how to see. Their clandestine atelier is a derelict peach-packing shed where the air tastes of fermented fuzz and coppery rust, its walls bleeding sap the shade of oxidized love. Over one syrupy summer they repaint the county—garish resurrections of extinct fireflies, extinct parents, extinct mercy—until the local Klondike of real-estate sharks, sermonizers, and pulpwood barons decides that memory itself is bad for business. The night men come with kerosene and chain saws, Peaches and Brush flee downriver on a raft of billboard scraps, clutching a single rolled canvas: a cyclorama of everything they refuse to forget. The final image—two silhouettes dissolving into gulf fog while the first peach of dawn bruises the horizon—feels less like escape than like the moment a photograph realizes it is still burning.
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