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She could feel the whispers in her chest, could hear them in her mind. When she was a child, before the war, before the river, her parents spoke to each other in Yiddish, a language they didn’t share with her. This was how the river felt to her—a language that soothed her, a constant presence, but one she barely understood.
Katherine Locke • This Rebel Heart
mother tongue, war and on earth
war & on earth
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what if public libraries were open late every night and we could engage in public life there instead of having to choose between drinking at the bar and domestic isolation
Erin Glasstwitter.comOn Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong)
- Your Highlight on page 238
Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.