i am afraid of nothing but a world without people like her…
For my iranian friend…
ONE creation: ONE in many forms: ONE heart like the pulse of a million insects in a night chorus…who knows this now?
i hear you in the low rumble of trucks across a great bridge, in the doppler of sirens. ONE.
i am afraid of nothing but a world without people like you.
Etta B Dickerson *coexist*
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