“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an Echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all,” -Richard Wright In an old damp cave or a treasure … Continue reading Echo’s In The Dark- Words
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