by Madalyn Campbell Nicole Logan She is eating blueberries she picked from the bushes surrounding us. I can see her on the horizon, blue staining her white dress, blue staining her white teeth, blue staining her hands and her knees stained with dirt and blood. I can taste the sweetness in my mouth as she runs towards me. As she grows closer she grows older. From a child who ruined her good church dress to a teenager not acting quite her age to an adult standing before me. She