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me: this bag of salad has a flavor of

"mild" and a texture of, um, three.

anne: whoah. going for the hard sell.

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midwives do not fear life. [the red tent]

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this person asked me once why i believed in god. i think this was the first time that it really occurred to me why.

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i thought, two hundred years from now we will both be rotting underground, and the world will look the same, and the air will smell the same, and your children's children's children's children won't know your name or your story. right now your body is rocking, slowly, imperceptively, your blood coursing through the tangle of your veins, and there is nothing you can do about it save taking the edge of something to your own throat.
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there is nothing we can make grow, not plants, not animals, not our own children, not ourselves. we can only watch this theater, shout together with joy and hold our palms over the wounds til it's all over. we are here to absorb, to choose, to counsel, to heal and protect, but every part of our reality was formed and spinning in the void of space before a word had crossed our lips, before we knew we were.

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i know in my bones that joy created my world and i am here to find it, to know it by its truest name, to come up against the silent things that i fear and yet refuse to let them take hold of my heart. i know this because, honestly, look around. everything is growing and dying on a timeline set by someone else. there 's really nothing else for us to do.
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also, watermelons. i mean, come on.