Jacob Lawrence, The Life of Harriet Tubman No. 12.
Night after night, Harriet Tubman traveled, occasionally stopping to buy bread. She crouched behind
trees or lay concealed in swamps by day until she reached the North. (1940)
Mark's Pages
April 10, 2004:
It's like a searchlight followed by darkness.
The light settles on you for a moment and it's like all the descriptions of brilliance.
Then it moves on, it's not you it's searching for, and the emptiness after is cold,
and very hard.
Tonight she said, "I don't know why I'm so hostile to you..."
