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Grains of sand blew about pretending chaos, but each arced a trajectory that coincided with those around it.
“When elephants fight, the grass suffers.”
“A bird who has flown off the earth and then returns to land is still on the land,” it said. “Remove your shoes and listen.”
“What reason does a man have to be beautiful?” Chief Kapika asked as he watched me spread the leaf on the dry dirt. “Beauty does not need a reason,” Okwu responded.
Everything is so complicated and connected, I thought. Everything. And nothing is coincidence, or so my mother used to always say.
Death is always news.
A tree with strong roots laughs at storms.
