But when at last I wrote my first words on the page, I felt an island rising beneath my feet like the back of a whale. As more and more words emerged, I could finally rest: I had a place to stand for the first time in my life. The island grew, with each page, into a continent inhabited by people I knew and mapped with the life I lived.
-Jimmy Santiago Baca
Friday, March 23, 2018
Quote on my Desk: by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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