"To the fatherless, to the wounded by fathers, to those haunted by whatever father was or is: there are other origins. The night sky, stitched as it is with stars carries pieces of us all. And all the oceans. And each of our hands, making meaning from nothing."
-Lidia Yuknavitch
Sunday, August 9, 2015
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