A letter surfaces.
A lantern is lit.
And the land remembers what the world tried to forget.
In the heat of a Mississippi summer, stories once buried rise again-from porches, journals, and voices passed down like hush-toned psalms. When a woman named Marlene Bell hears whispers of a man named Elijah Carter and a fruit stand reopening in his name, something stirs in her bones. Her father once spoke of Elijah. Her father once played the blues beneath stars that listened.
What begins as memory becomes movement.
Told through song, letter, poem, and silence,
I Am Mississippi is a story not about what was lost,
but about what still lives in the soil.