jueves 15 de octubre 2020
it became difficult to capture the postcard beauty of it all, so we burned the postcards and declared ourselves whole. rainbows appeared in pairs and whale sightings were commonplace, if not on the horizon, along the salt-lined lobes of our memory. the generations we were caring for cared back fiercely and in all directions at once. thus a fume-filled, burning planet became the complicated, tender cradle she had always longed to be. her stories were woven into the clouds and the dense, subterranean fungi networks that destroy her myths as often as necessary. again, freedom is rehearsed daily.
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