![]() Maybe he’s just the unseldom one who do recognize. She was not beautiful, but men seldom recognized this, caught up in the cloud of commotion and scent in which she moved. My half-sister, Other, was the belle of five counties. My father, Planter, was the master of the place my mother was the Mammy. ![]() I was born May 25, 1845, at half-past seven in the morning into slavery on a cotton farm a day’s ride from Atlanta. I think maybe my emeralds are just green glass I hope maybe they be genuine peridots. ![]() gave me the diary, the pen, and the white frosted tiers. This diary and the pen I am writing with are the best gifts I got - except maybe my cake. ![]()
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