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.”
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