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“Growing up out here in the country taught me things. Taught me that after the first fat flush of life, time eats away at things: it rusts machinery, it matures animals to become hairless and featherless, and it withers plants [...] since Mama got sick, I learned pain can do that too. Can eat a person until there’s nothing but bone and skin and a thin layer of blood left. How it can eat your insides and swell you in wrong ways.”

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Book:Sing, Unburied, Sing
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Jesmyn Ward
Jesmyn Ward

Jesmyn Ward is an American novelist known for her profound portrayals of life in the American South. Her works delve into complex themes such as race, class, and social justice, earning her widespread acclaim. more

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