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put me down easy . . . ah’m a cracked plate

Janie’s grandmother uttered those words in Hurston’s “Their Eyes Were Watching God.” Where all my cracked plates at? Anybody? Someone? Who’s willing to take a step and say “hey…me…i’m the cracked plate.” A friend, well, an ex-friend texted me this … Continue reading

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