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love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds ee cummings Advertisements
Even on the day my little niece begins chemotherapy. What a ridiculous paradox. Hope is not an easy thing. It’s just insistent.
Today, a man got stabbed in my neighbourhood. On a road I cross almost daily, a road I had crossed just an hour before someone else did, someone who had a knife in their hand. And a man got stabbed … Continue reading