All we have lived becomes an etching in these bodies. The pain of yesterday, the fear of today - may
All we have lived becomes an etching in these bodies. The pain of yesterday, the fear of today - may it be violence, may it be separation - will one day be art within these pores and cells. Everything that happens is everything we are. There is no arguing with it; only finding it, uncovering it and looking - true, unafraid looking. -- source link
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