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The meaning behind their name, wajinru, chorus of the deep, was clear.
It never ceased to trouble her that peace depended on the violent seizing and squeezing out of other creatures.
Babies of all kinds are always wanting more: more touch, more food, more answers, more kindness, more world, more sea, more newness, more knowledge.
“If the past is full of bad things, if a people is defined by the terror done to them, it’s good for it to go, don’t you think?”
“No. I am who I am now. Before, I was no one. When you’re everyone in the past, and when you’re for everyone in the present, you’re no one. Nobody. You don’t exist. I didn’t exist.
HISTORY WAS EVERYTHING. YETU KNEW that. But it wasn’t kind.
Where the History saddened others, we felt only a glorious, burning anger.