"The house almost slid off the land to the south of Carville, hanging on to a spit for dear life. Secluded, as she liked it. Rundown, which didn't faze her; in fact, spoke in its favor. "You'd have to be crazy to live there," her friends at Carville said when she described the place. She hadn't had the heart to say at least she could come and go. Didn't wear a number for a name. To their minds, she didn't have very far to go crazy. Weren't her faithful visits evidence of an unbalanced soul? "Who in their right mind?" they asked each other."
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Michelle Cliff
Michelle Carla Cliff (2 November 1946 – 12 June 2016) was a Jamaican-American writer.
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