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We have been sad long enough to make this earth either weep or grow fertile. I am an anachronism, a sport, like the bee that was never meant to fly. Science said so. I am not supposed to
exist. I carry death around in my body like a condemnation. But I do live. The bee
flies. There must be some way to integrate death into living, neither ignoring it nor
giving in to it.
Audre Lorde (via deathtowatermelons)
(via so-treu)