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Every Now And Then She Looked Around For Tangible Evidence Of His Having Ever Been There. Where Were The Butterflies? The Blueberries? The Whistling Reed? She Could Find Nothing, For He Had Left Nothing But His Stunning Absence.

In Times Of Dread, Artists Must Never Choose To Remain Silent.

Shallow Believers Prefer A Shallow God.

Unpersecuted, Unjailed, Unharrassed Writers Are Trouble For The Ignorant Bully, The Sly Racist, And The Predators Feeding Off The World's Resources.

Black Women Have Always Been Friends. I Mean, If You Didn't Have Each Other You Had Nothing.