We were playing with leaves shaped like butterflies. Raymond limped from the ashes of the old schoolhouse and… — Edwidge Danticat
We were playing with leaves shaped like butterflies. Raymond limped from the ashes of the old schoolhouse and threw himself on top of a high pile of dirt. The dust rose in clouds around him, clinging to the lapels of his khaki uniform. (beginning of "The Missing Peace")
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