Quote by Harriet Tubman

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There

Summary

This quote conveys a profound sense of self-transformation and heightened perception of the world. The speaker reflects upon their hands as a symbol of their identity, suggesting a profound shift in their being. The vivid description of the sunrise evokes a sense of awe and a feeling resembling heavenly bliss. It emphasizes the speaker's intense emotional experience and how the beauty of nature amplifies their perception, making them feel like they are in a utopian realm.

By Harriet Tubman

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