After rereading "The Grapes of Wrath" I was struck by the likeness of the stories in Steinbeck's masterpiece to that of today’s immigrants who only want a better life. Can't you just feel the pain, disappointment, heartache?
“Journeys” I reread “Grapes of Wrath” Today, Then went to El Paso And stared at the wall.
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