“As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible
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This beautiful passage comes from Barbara Kingsolver's The Poisonwood Bible, a fictional account of an American missionary family in the Belgian Congo. The novel was a 1999 finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in fiction.
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