Oh, carry me safe to the farthest shore, Carry me there, my sweet Lord. —Negro spiritual Were she to tell the story, she would begin with pleasant details, sweetness on the tip of the spoon, followed by what’s hard to swallow. It was her way. There were three of them that day, three friends on a holiday at the Cape. First came the picnic from the wicker basket, then stretch (...)
The Last Word
The Red Boat
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