Maya Angelou

Communication II

The Student: The dust of ancient pages had never touched his face, and fountains black and comely were mummied in a place beyond his young un-knowing. The Teacher: She shared the lettered strivings of etched Pharaonic walls and Reconstruction's anguish resounded down the halls of all her dry dreams.

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