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a flower stuck in a hat for an ephemeral sentiment to toss away whatever’s not important just like this feeling--premonition-- stalks, like vines grow the scent is cloying methodical sounds of wood being cut and the sight of muddy high-topped shoes

Beloved, Toni Morrison

Carefully, with the blade at just the right angle, she cut through a stalk of insistent rue. Its flowers she stuck through a split in her hat; the rest she tossed aside. The quiet clock clock clock of wood splitting reminded her that Stamp was doing the chore he promised to the night before. (163)

Now she stood in the garden smelling disapproval, feeling a dark and coming thing, and seeing high-topped shoes that she didn’t like the look of at all. At all. (173)

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With eyes to see now --reflect the light a stranger, a mother, my daughter-in-law? her face shines with water-- and hands to hold her children but not tonight with feet to to do what? run? no, but she ran and will run she stood but only for a little while

Beloved, Toni Morrison

Baby Suggs kissed her on the mouth and refused to let her see the children. They were asleep she said and Sethe was too ugly-looking to wake them in the night. (109)

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My master and mistress were not like the others others that wanted us cowed, bowing in shame awe and fear shoved into the dirt was not my body but the opinion that we were less than human our words fell on listening ears but I still held to the ground in case I fell.

Beloved, Toni Morrison

She behaved and did everything right in front of her children because she didn’t want them to see her knocked down. (246)

The Garners, it seemed to her, ran a special kind of slavery, treating them like paid labor, listening to what they said, teaching what they wanted known. (165)

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My son is my freedom an object in others’ eyes giving himself away so that I could sit down to travel into a house given to, for me papers, a wagon over a line that said I was now free

Beloved, Toni Morrison

Who had never even escaped slavery-had, in fact, been bought out of it by a doting son and driven to the Ohio River in a wagon-free papers folded between her breasts (driven by the very man who had been her master, who also paid her resettlement fee-name of Garner), and rented a house with two floors and a well… (162)

...he spoke to Mr. Garner about buying her out of there so she could sit down for a change. (165)

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he said why don’t you speak i’m too tired and it’s gone i want to lay it all down and think of things with no consequence and teeter on the edge of life and death

Beloved, Toni Morrison

“That’s one other thing took away from me,” she said, and that was when he exhorted her, pleaded with her not to quit, no matter what. The Word had been given to her and she had to speak it. Had to. (210)

Baby Suggs died shortly after the brothers left, with no interest whatsoever in their leave-taking or hers… (4)

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I bound her pieces tightly to her but not tight enough for my bindings became loose loose that she flew away from the water and I looked the wrong way

Beloved, Toni Morrison

She led Sethe to the keeping room and, by the light of a spirit lamp, bathed her in sections, starting with her face. (105)

He was going to tell him about how restless Baby Suggs was that morning, how she had a listening way about her; how she kept looking down past the corn to the stream so much he looked too. In between ax swings, he watched where Baby was watching. Which was why they both missed it: they were looking the wrong way-toward water-and all the while it was coming down the road. (184)

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Colors that changed shifted on the spectrum that my eyes were deprived of- less color? now that they left, her sons or maybe the lingering eyesight still left in this body my time is up anyway.

Beloved, Toni Morrison

“What I have to do is get in my bed and lay down. I want to fix on something harmless in this world.” (211)

Baby Suggs grew tired, went to bed and stayed there until her big old heart quit. (122)

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I did not say “come”, but they followed me into the trees where they waited beneath the leaves and sang for what they could not speak about, to love what they could not love as my heart gave and take. And then the berries that tasted like church brought by a whim and the beginning of the end. Too much for too much. But I did it for them, didn’t I? And I knew I knew but by then it was too late.

Beloved, Toni Morrison

And then she knew. Her friends and neighbors were angry at her because she had overstepped, given too much, offended them by excess. (163)

She had decided to do something with the fruit worthy of the man’s labor and his love. That’s how it began. (160)

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