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Amanda Rea lives in Madison, Wisconsin, where she’s the Carl Djerassi Fiction Fellow at the Institute for Creative Writing. Her work has appeared in Green Mountains Review, Iowa Review, and Indiana Review. Her father, whose songwriting is described in her essay in this issue, will release his second album this summer.
Our first night in Nashville, a man died right in front of us on Broadway. My father was at the wheel, my brother was in the seat beside him, and I was in back with the window rolled down, taking in the musty, fertile smell of the South.
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