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1 " and the frayed earth, crisscrossed like old bagasse, spring to a cushiony quilt of emerald grass, and who does sew and sow and patch the land? "
― Derek Walcott , The Fortunate Traveler
2 " is the same voices that, in the slave ship, smile at their brothers, “Boy, is just the whip, "
