And this is how I breathe, survive and heal daily... dreaming and thinking and writing (repeat)"This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal."— Deborah A. Bennett (@dabennettpoet) May 30, 2020
- Toni Morrison
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Saturday, 30 May 2020
how civilisations heal...
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