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About my head the thundering storm beat like a heartless voice, and the crazy forest pulsed with the curses of the weak; but what cared I, within my home beside my wife and baby boy?
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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This passage illustrates the contrast between the chaos of the outside world and the solace found within the home and family.
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