𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎,
𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙇𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘼; 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐
━━━ 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈
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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
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