{"id":15966,"date":"2020-04-01T01:00:28","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15966"},"modified":"2020-04-01T01:27:30","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:27:30","slug":"mile-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15966","title":{"rendered":"Mile 18\u2014"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">North Diamond Peak<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Somewhere, there is a summit. Somewhere, a bed of diamonds. Somewhere, a father back from the mines and telling his boy, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Give her enough time, and this coal will turn into diamonds<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. Somewhere, a boy opening a shoebox each month, hoping each time. Somewhere, a boy running down into a holler filled with smoke and into a house on fire shouting, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019ve got to save our diamonds<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. These lungs racket with cinder and smoke. Every step a faith in the kicked-out half-steps of the runners who came before, a trust that this tailwind will not turn, that one day that box will be filled with diamonds. Never have I wanted so much not to die, to never look over my shoulder, to keep pressing each heavy leg up this mountain of rock until my mouth fills with sky.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/16037\">LUCIEN DARJEUN MEADOWS<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>North Diamond Peak Somewhere, there is a summit. Somewhere, a bed of diamonds. Somewhere, a father back from the mines and telling his boy, Give her enough time, and this coal will turn into diamonds. Somewhere, a boy opening a shoebox each month, hoping each time. Somewhere, a boy running down into a holler filled [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2041,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[62],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-49w","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15966"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2041"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15966"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15966\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16063,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15966\/revisions\/16063"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15966"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15966"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15966"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}