I'm doing a small response paper on a quote I chose from Zora Neale Hurston's "How it Feels to be Colored Me."
The quote is:
"A dried flower or two still a little fragrant”
I feel pretty much like this right now. My brain is DEAD. I know I have some good stuff still in my brain, but I need a big break. I am tired of analyzing. Tired of diving into language. Spring break could not come at a better time.
Adios, America. I'm going on a cruise Saturday.
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