Maya Angelou

‘A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretence. No truth seems true. A simple morning’s greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.’ Maya Angelou

May 14, 2008 · 1 min read

‘A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretence. No truth seems true. A simple morning’s greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.’ Maya Angelou



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