A new darkness pulled away the room, inked out flesh and outlined bones. My mother was wide awake again. She becomes sharply herself - bone, wire, antenna - but she was not afraid. She had been pared down like this before, when she had travelled up the mountains into rare snow - alone in white not unlike being alone in black. Furthermore, she had also sailed a boat safely between land and land.
— Maxine Hong Kingston
The Woman Warrior
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