The bus stopped a few times on its way to downtown. Some of the black passengers got off and walked towards a line of little low houses. The houses were made of planks and every one had a plank verandah and a swing seat and a yard full of junk, as though junk were what grew here beside the highway instead of flowers. Walter remembered that the American word for earth was dirt.

Rose Tremain

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Thomas Hardy