To live in America is to commune with the forgotten, walk with the dead, and sometimes when you look at the beauty of a tree think to yourself, “did my ancestor swing from one of those, was she rapped under one of those, did they wish they had one of those to shade them when they were out in the fields?

This came to me while I was watching Beloved. 

To live in Amer…

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