My hollowed heart finds no words that do justice this moment. I haven’t felt fear in my bones for using my voice this much since the months after September 11th. But I a pacifist. And people are violently dying. So I am here with you, practicing sitting with and pushing up against my fear, so I can stand up for what’s right.
My boundaries: I’m turning …
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