2002, extract from Christine Lincoln, Sap Rising, in Marita Golden, E. Lynn Harris (editors), Gumbo: An Anthology of African American Writing, Random House (Broadway Books), page 676, The smell of her skin and hair after I have given her a bath, me nibbling at the layers of pudge on her legs and arms, around her neck—I drown in the scent of all that innocence.
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