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“Writing: a way of leaving no space for death, of pushing back forgetfulness, of never letting oneself be surprised by the abyss. Of never becoming resigned, consoled; never turning over in bed to face the wall and drift asleep again as if nothing had happened; as if nothing could happen.” ~ Hélène Cixous, from Coming to Writing and other Essays
“Sweetie,” by Terre des Hommes, Netherlands (click here for more information) “You promised me that oblivion would strangle me with ringed hands. You promised me I w…