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I write what hurts my feelings

The pain leads me to what is true.

people marching with many signs, including a large sign held by several people, white with black letters that reads "we who believe in freedom cannot rest" by Ella Baker

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fight like hell for the living

It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.

closeup of closed flower buds on a tree. the color is suffused with golden sunlight.

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the center of the circle

You have no obligation to comfort others. You have space to grieve as much or as little as you can, in each minute and in each day. You do not need to hold emot...

a dark-haired man with a mustache in a short sleeve white shirt is sitting on an old wooden manure spreader, holding the reins of a pair of auburn Belgian workhorses. a young child sits next to him turned away from the camera. another child faces the photographer with a big smile.

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the promises we inherit

One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.

sapling with five red leaves on a forest floor

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I’m your mother and your father

I want to love deeply without assuming that all the pain is mine to endure.

a pink paper heart ripped in the middle, hanging on a red and white striped wire against a black background

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I dream of disappointing my mother

I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.