Matter-of-factly a silent tear rolled down her cheek once. Only one. It was, however, a significant evidence for a woman that had never cried before and was never going to cry again. That single tear, a salty droplet shed without effort, neatly split her life in two unrelated, symmetric halves. Success and failure merged in that unique event to set out back and forth in separate ways to become the ruling feature of her past and her future, her white and her black.
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