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they call me a half-caste yet i'm a whole human being my grandpa was a black slave my grandmom a white writer they came together they stayed together unwavering love till they died: first grandmom who was suffering from a writer's block ridiculously white paper she couldn't cope... after she had passed away half an hour later grandpa took his last breath pressing his face against her stiff face after a long and full life they joined their ancestors in death i was thirty-seven at this time and their only heir i received a letter containing their will a black sheet one sentence white ink and by the handwriting i could tell they had written the will with two hands and one pen what do you think the sentence was about?
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Grandpa&Grandmom
they call me a half-caste yet i'm a whole human being my grandpa was a black slave my grandmom a white writer they came together they stayed together unwavering love till they died: first grandmom who was suffering from a writer's block ridiculously white paper she couldn't cope... after she had passed away half an hour later grandpa took his last breath pressing his face against her stiff face after a long and full life they joined their ancestors in death i was thirty-seven at this time and their only heir i received a letter containing their will a black sheet one sentence white ink and by the handwriting i could tell they had written the will with two hands and one pen what do you think the sentence was about?
this is a gueesing game and here's a hint: the sentence included the name "tizzop" suggestions are welcome - simply write a comment...
#grandpa#grandma#slavery#black#white#color#time
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M/Inner Shelter
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
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