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“He had been bruised so badly that the eyes of strangers lacerated him like salt.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again—waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“They say pale gilded flowers once blossomed here. They twinkled with excitement beneath the bright ardor of this sun. Each bearing a glint of hope that could heal the most broken of hearts. Yet, in disappointment . . . and regret—I found it to be a lie.

For a long time, I lived in that lie. Hatefully ignorant of the person I had to become. If not for her wisdom, the only constant of my journey would be death. In her, we had found hope . . . . . . and it haunts me knowing she’s somewhere out there—alone.

I will walk to the ends of the world, until the Gold from the sun dwindles away . . . if it means I can find you.”
― H.S. Crow

“No. I was not okay.
And neither was James Baldwin though his essays
Were perfect spinning platters of comprehension of the fight
To assert humanness in a black and white world.”
― Joy Harjo, An American Sunrise