I’m sitting in a cafe tears with tears in my eyes, my body quivering from your essay. Our bodies know, and carry the past. And I know the tiredness, the feeling of an earthquake or fire coming are real. And the screams. Bless you, Elizabeth for writing words that will sing far beyond our time. Words as palpable as arms around each other.
I’m sitting in a cafe tears with tears in my eyes, my body quivering from your essay. Our bodies know, and carry the past. And I know the tiredness, the feeling of an earthquake or fire coming are real. And the screams. Bless you, Elizabeth for writing words that will sing far beyond our time. Words as palpable as arms around each other.
Thank you for these sensitive and beautiful words, Nancy.