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“Like a lighthouse,” she’d said.

“Like a lunatic idea,” I’d answered.

But she smiled for the first time in weeks, so I kept looking at the drawings.

By the time the first truck crawled up the ridge with the blue container chained to its trailer, the whole plan had become too real to stop.

Mrs. Henley from down the road stood with her arms folded over her apron and said, “Y’all building a prison?”