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‟ We have been sad long enough
to make this earth either weep or grow fertile.
I am an anachronism, a sport,
like the bee that was never meant to fly.
Science said so. I am not supposed to exist.
I carry death around in my body like a condemnation.
But I do live. The bee flies.
There must be some way to integrate death into living, neither ignoring it nor giving in to

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Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals

—Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals

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