― Étienne Davodeau, Les Ignorants
And then Maya Angelou died Wednesday.
She's one of a very few select writers who get credit for getting me through my teens with a manageable, almost normal, amount of angst. Someone who made me understand the power of a universal story, and the visceral reality of the human condition.
My world was a better place for her being in it. That's probably the nicest thing you can say about anyone you don't actually know.
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