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June 18, 2020

Black Gold

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The Rona Diaries: Week Two

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“Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.”-Toni Morrison, Beloved

This soil is bad for certain kinds of flowers. Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear, and when the land kills of its own volition, we acquiesce and say the victim had no right to live. We are wrong, of course, but it doesn't matter. It's too late. At least on the edge of my town, among the garbage and the sunflowers of my town, it's much, much, much too late.”

Candace: writing about race, identity, and relationships- while simultaneously spending too much money on red lipstick, J.Crew, and Anthropologie

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“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.” -Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.” Toni Morrison, Jazz

“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.” -Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye