I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,
and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words
to tell, to march, to fight,
to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
-R. Wright
Sunday, February 1, 2009
No matter where you are, or what you are feeling, or how you look, or or how you do not look, or what you are thinking,
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