Bread For Words: A Frederick Douglass Story

Bread For Words: A Frederick Douglass Story — page 3 — Grandma was silent on the day we left the cabin early in the morning We walked twelve long miles on a day swamped with heat and bugs to a place called the Great House Farm

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