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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Zora Neale Hurston

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They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
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So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
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