Memorable words

Words that hit

Intrepid super-hero friend of mine sent me an email containing only a quote by one of her favorite authors a few months ago:

“There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in a sickly air. People can be slave-ships in shoes.”

– Zora Neale Hurston

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