From The Farming of Bones, by Edwidge Danticat
SEEMED
"She seemed to be the only one who could laugh out of sadness, a sadness that made laughter deeper and louder still, like the echo of a scream from the bottom of a well."
From Chapter 31
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Thursday, January 16, 2020
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