The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.
Howard ThurmanAbout author
- Author's profession: Educator
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 18, 1900
- Died: April 10, 1981
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