In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment. -- Maxine Hong Kingston know this:
we have not forgotten, we have never forgotten. Sewing up. Closures. Bellyache. Swans song. Please believe. We are human beings, and the world, this right here world, is a living thing. Untended, wild, unfolding, wild, furious, wild, palpable, wild, besieged, wild, beautiful, wild, unsung, wild, ours in our bones, never alone, wild. Our wildness. Is this. Keep close the being which speaks nonsense. Comments are closed.
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