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A woman’s silences… and there are myriad kinds that can be mixed together… are infinitely more powerful than anything a man may ever say. A woman can produce a webwork of the kinds of silence that will rock your soul to its core.

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“Most of the day I am upside down. My head is planted deep in the earth and tiny white threads of mycelial roots are growing out of the top of it, at the crown, stitching me in. I stay a long time like this. Rooting. After a while my head fills with blood and...

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endonym_and_exonymEndonyms ( and autonyms ) and Exonyms and such…

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What if there’s no such thing as ‘just human’ and we’re all admixtures of the anciently conserved ecologies, the plants and animals, the living places… the sky-beings, the sky itself… aliens, angels … and the origins of...

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The key of your soul’s beauty … snapped in the tumblers of my heart’s lock … such that … the labyrinths of my interior … would answer … thereafter … to your song … and that song’s storms … alone.