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“Home ain't always about a place. The house I grew up in is gone, ain't nothin' but a field and some woods but even if the house was still there - it ain't about that. I don't know. Home is about the earth. Whether the earth open up to you. Whether it pull you so close the space between you and it melt and y’all one and it beats like your heart. Same time.”

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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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