Whenever I walk back into the house I wonder if I have just died, and I look back, into the middle of the street, to see.
“To accept one’s past – one’s history – is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.”
James Baldwin
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