#Edwidge Danticat

Life was neither something you defended by hiding nor surrendered calmly on other people’s terms, but something you

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Old age is not meant to be survived alone… Death should come gently, slowly, like a man’s hand approaching your body. There

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The lightness returned. That airless sensation of his body evaporating. Darline and Paris were fading, too. They were

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The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.

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She told me about a group of people in Guinea who carry the sky on their heads. They are the people of Creation. Strong, tall,...

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Please remind them that none of us have all the time we think we have in this troubled but still beautiful world.

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I also know there are timeless waters, endless seas, and lots of people in this world whose names don’t matter to anyone

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Speak to me of things the world has yet to truly understand, of the instant meaning of each bird’s call, of a child’s

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My mother used to say that we’ll all have three deaths: the one when our breath leaves our bodies to rejoin the air, the

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Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

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I am too easily swayed by every story I hear, or see, or witness, especially the tragic ones… I think this is going to be

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These were our bedtime stories. Tales that haunted our parents and made them laugh at the same time. We never understood

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