Or it may be that the honey in the cellshas foamed to froth, has risen abovewalls that could no longer containthat sweet— So the hand that triedto stay the overflow withdrew, gold-sheathed. May such abundance visityour heart today: not rue, not pity.
-Luisa A. Igloria
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