for every Pakistani daughter who has dimmed her own light so that others may shine brighter9/1/2023 Everyday is the first day of your life, dear one. You get to choose.
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"To survive is sometimes a leap into madness.
The fingers of saints are still hot from miracles, but can they save themselves? Where is the dimension a god lives who will take Bird home? I want to see it, I said to the Catalinas, to the Rincons, to anyone listening in the dark. I said, Let me hear you by any means: by horn, by fever, by night, even by some poem attempting flight home." Full poem here: https://poems.com/poem/bird-2/ |
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