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“Yet we rise, hurl ourselves against the image | of this world, wanting to pierce it, to comprehend” ~ Aleida Rodríquez, from “The Gravelly Path to the Woodpile”
“this was the way my self felt when it started falling apart: each piece of it clipped from a garden vaguely remembered by somebody unrecognizable—” ~ Deidre O’Connor from “Transl…