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i think the biggest communication problem is we do not listen to understand. we listen to reply.
please take care of those you love with all youâve got
I speak to God in public
âUn-whole isnât the same as un-holy, / isnât the same as dead.â
â Sholeh WolpĂ©, from âIllusion,â Keeping Time with Blue Hyacinths
If there are trees you arenât alone
*cuts open an aloe leaf and slips inside it*
Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own
âHome, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you canât get to it unless your people show you how to imagine itâwhoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.â
â Ursula Le Guin, Words Are My Matter: Writings About Life and Books 2000-2016
Mary Oliver, Felicity
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Somos ANJOS CAĂDOS
What if abolition isnât a shattering thing, not a crashing thing, not a wrecking ball event? What if abolition is something that sprouts out of the wet places in our eyes, the broken places in our skin, the waiting places in our palms, the tremble holding in my mouth when I turn to you? What if abolition is something that grows?
moonfield 1986, joan snyderÂ
âGut feelingsâ are guardian angels
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