But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
I don't go to Mass every day. But I go to church every day. Just sitting there thinking – it's a great way to start the morning you know? You feel so good coming out and your approach to everything is suddenly really clear.
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On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
