Assignment # 6

“She stretched out on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, and the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came back to her,” Zora Neale Hurston, Their  Eyes Were Watching God.

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