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“When you write ,it's like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring then unity.”

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Edwidge Danticat
Edwidge Danticat

Edwidge Danticat is a Haitian-American author known for her profound exploration of themes such as immigration, family, and identity. Her works, often set against the backdrop of Haitian culture, reflect her personal experiences and the broader social political issues surrounding them. more

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