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Toni Morrison in Beloved (1987), pg. 191


“Remember the earth whose skin you are: / red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth / brown earth, we are earth.”
Joy Harjo
May our collective belonging weave a wide net of compassionate care, soft and strong
@CollectiveBelonging
enough to hold us all.


“My body is an argument I did not start,”
Morgan Parker