“I see the dark face that is going to smile at me it is my dark face that is going to smile at me the iron circle is around our neck she does not have sharp earrings in her ears or a round basket she goes in the water with my face.”

—  Toni Morrison , book Beloved

Source: Beloved (1987), Ch. 22

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American writer 1931–2019

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