Anne Campbell

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All her life, nothing had belonged to her, not even the children pushed out of her own body. With her world boxed in by Providence’s walls, and its perimeter patrolled by the overseer’s whip, it had seemed as if there was nothing the white men did not own. But now, here was the sea. Vast, defiant and unowned, for who, even white men, could claim it?
River Sing Me Home
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