It has rained for five daysrunningthe world isa round puddleof sunless waterwhere small islandsare only beginningto copea young boyin my gardenis bailing out waterfrom his flower patchwhen I ask him whyhe tells meyoung seeds that have not seen sunforgetand drown easily.
-audre lorde
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