“Somewhere, the billion dreams of the town since its origin stirred in a maelstrom far from the reach of the shrimpers’ nets. Old dreams still burned with the power of their one night on earth, but burned deep and forbidden… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
You burned down hopes, you banished dreams, you burned their soul. What do you have left? Empty bodies. Empty poor condition bodies. — Jasmine Laura Figueroa Copy Share Image
