Puppies Die

or, by the end of last week, it felt like the world was Josie and I was Melody:

I have not collected my thoughts sufficiently and have nothing coherent to write. Instead, I’ll include a quote from a book I started re-reading in the wake of the shootings across the country last week: Ta-Nehisi Coates‘ Between the World and Me.

“What I told you is what your grandparents tried to tell me: that this is your country, that this is your world, that this is your body, and you must find some way to live within the all of it.”

BetweenTheWorldAndMe
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

 


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