For the first time I felt the pull of race and blood and kindred, and felt beating within me things that had not begun with me. It was as if the eart… - Willa Cather

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For the first time I felt the pull of race and blood and kindred, and felt beating within me things that had not begun with me. It was as if the earth under my feet had grasped and rooted me, and were pouring its essence into me. I sat there until the dawn of morning, and all night long my life seemed to be pouring out of me and running into the ground.