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The need to call this thing “good� and this thing “bad,� this thing “white� and this thing “black,� was an impulse that Effia did not understand. In her village, everything was everything. Everything bore the weight of everything else.
Esi looked up. The tops of the trees looked as though they were brushing the sky, and Esi wondered why leaves were green instead of blue.
Weakness is treating someone as though they belong to you. Strength is knowing that everyone belongs to themselves.�
