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Toni Morrison talks about her new novel A Mercy. For more information please visit http://aaknopf.com/tonimorrison

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[Executnr]

Johann Friedrich Blumenbach created the classes of race. Google him.

[TheFinalTestament]

@MegaSpeedyGonzalez

She has a great mind. No need to read a million books of fiction. Non fiction is much more interesting. We can't count on there being "generations to come" at least in the U.S. Toni would be probably agree. I believe that most of the people and things we consider so important won't be remembered by the world in the not too distant future.

[MegaSpeedyGonzalez]

@BiSensual You should read all of her novels, she is Leo Tolstoy , Confucius, Aristotle etc . but our generation is lucky she's alive ... Her works will be remembered by generations to come, legacy that will always stay, legacy , history, grace...

[BiSensual]

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7. I continue to walk. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one knows I'm alive. The dream fizzles out and I wake up.

It was quite a vivid dream. I close my eyes, relax and I can still see and feel that dream.

That's why I wrote it here after almost a year. Have a good day.

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I posted this for Toni Morrison (follow the numbers).

Thank you for all your wisdom and guidance. I admit it, I only ever read Beloved. I'm still not over that one and don't think I ever will be. xo

[BiSensual]

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6. I ran outside the park so he would notice me but he kept walking by. I couldn't say anything or do anything for some reason. He just didn't notice me. Not that I felt or thought this in the dream, but I deserved that award.

I was happy. I felt love. It was as if the sky were inside my body. I began to pedal my legs and float. Just when I think people will notice that I can do this, nobody seems to care. So I ground myself again.... (continued)

[BiSensual]

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5. An award ceremony. I sat down. As I sat, I was told I was up for the "most loving member of the community" award. What community. I think the gay one. I'm not sure. It was just "the community." So I see a figure of someone I care for very much across the street from the park. He was walking a dog. I got up and I didn't care if I won or not because I was so happy that I spotted him. I hadn't seen him in so long and rarely does he come into my dreams... (continued)

[BiSensual]

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4. Basically, there was a party going on. I don't think there was a special occasion. It was the way life was. Everyday. People were getting things done and having a party all at once. There was even a party at the place I was suppose to be going to fix this whatever it was that I was suppose to fix. I couldn't wait to go.

Then I was in this park. Think Union Square and Hyde rolled into one. There were rows of chairs and tables with more food on it and a podium... (continued)

[BiSensual]

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3. There were these huge foldout tables and a lot of older people sitting around them. There was food. Plenty of it. Mostly family members, a few who passed away in recent years and strangers, who were no stranger than my family if that makes any sense and they just sat around, yapping away.

Me? I wasn't sitting there but I was running around. I was to meet my father and a few other people in some small room somewhere to go to some apartment and fix something... (continued)

[BiSensual]

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2. Ok. I had a dream. I dreamt this while I was sleeping. Not as in I had a wish or a hope. It was a real place, at least while I was having it, and you and you and you... and YOU were there! It was a really real place. Ok? You get the idea.

So I'm somewhere mid-town Manhattan and the sky was entirely illuminated by soft sunlight. A bit hot and humid but it didn't matter... (continued)

[BiSensual]

Written 2008 ~ Source: Unknown ;)

1. Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. He had a dream. It was nice. But I had a dream, too.

I had a dream where black people were no longer wasting their time fighting for equal slave status as the general white population.

Wait. I was kidding. Sorta.

I actually had a dream. Sometime last Spring. I wanted to write about it for some time and I thought today would be the perfect day to jot it down... (continued)