Then I recognize the feeling I have way down underneath my scoffing and head shaking. Not doubt. Not skepticism. Only cold jealousy. Nothing is my bag. Nothing ever called out to me. If it did, I’m deaf to it, or don’t know how to listen. That’s the kind of realization that makes me too sad to speak.
-Rasmenia Massoud
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