So this is what it feels like— Change. A cocoon enveloping the past. The willing caterpillar focused on the yet-to-come. Transformation within: the task. I’m told, to be a monarch, a caterpillar must hang upside down inside the chrysalis dissolve itself into a soup of cells and then wait for what seems like ages to […]
The blind lead the blinded along broken streets of what is left. Some say this is new territory. Others say it is the same old, same old fight over territory again. Bombs drop. Tears. It rains for days. A young girl (maybe Palestinian, maybe Israeli) tells all about having lost her one good eye. Half
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