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We could not lay him in the ground there in Georgia, for the earth there is strangely red; so we bore him away to the northward, with his flowers and his little folded hands.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgWe could not lay him in the ground there in Georgia, for the earth there is strangely red; so we bore him away to the northward, with his flowers and his little folded hands.
This passage speaks to the difficulty of finding a final resting place for a loved one, symbolizing the pain of loss and the connection to home.
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