Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind. — Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind. — Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind. — Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind. — Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind. — Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
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Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.

— Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
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