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“All women write stories. It’s just that only some transcribe them.” “And men?” “Who cares!” she says, laughing in her way that makes me feel like I can fly.
She didn’t know what people were supposed to do with the leftover love that no one wanted anymore.
having a best friend was like having a secret suitcase full of sky, of rivers, of endless summer afternoons.
If people bear the trauma of their ancestors, doesn’t it follow they also bear their rhapsodies? If there is generational pain passed down, mustn’t there also be generational joy? If there are family curses that drop through time, mustn’t there also be family blessings that do the same?
