I really, really wanted to write this post but I'm so moved that I've been staring at a blank page for an hour.

I dropped in on Dalyce’s book store today and, being my friend, she handed me a book she saved for me.I didn’t even question her choice for me, she knows what I love, I had a good mooch, found more books, we had a little chat and off I went.This evening I opened the book and it’s then when I realised what a treasure Dalyce gave me.I’m absolutely humbled and speechless.I feel like I don’t deserve to own this book. Like I haven’t done enough in this world to warrant a book like this belonging to me.It is extraordinary and has completely taken my breath away.It’s a 1941 book called 12 Million Black Voices written by Richard Wright with photographs by the most amazing photographers of the day including Walker Evans, Dorothea Lange and Arthur Rothstein.It is a simple book beautifully written in poetry with passion and love. Powerful and startling showing everything from joy and optimism......to horrible poverty and despair, and the most horrible, gruesome, outrages injustices, (which I can't bring myself to replicate).It is the story of the Great Depression and the migration of oppressed people.It is full of voices and faces which will never be forgotten. “Deep down in us,” the voices say, “we are glad that our children feel the world hard enough to yearn to wrestle with it.”Reading thru this book, seeing the faces, understanding...it's life changing.