Meya Hodges

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Her days had nothing in them now but hours. … Like raw, bony, homeless dogs, they took to hanging around her doorway. They were there when she got up in the morning, and still whimpering and whining of their emptiness when she went to bed at night.”
Wrapped in Rainbows: The Life of Zora Neale Hurston
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