"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up at her. The end of the world lay in their eyes, and the beginning, and all the waste in bewteen."
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Source: Toni Morrison (2017). “Race: Vintage Minis”, p.41, Random House
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