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If Sorrow And Beauty Are All Tied Up Together, Then Perhaps Maturity Brings With It Not What Nabhan Calls Abstraction, But An Aesthetic Sense That Partially Redeems The Losses Time Brings And Finds Beauty In The Faraway.

I'm Grateful That, After An Early Life Of Being Silenced, Sometimes Violently, I Grew Up To Have A Voice, Circumstances That Will Always Bind Me To The Rights Of The Voiceless.

We Are Often In Two Places At Once. In Fact We Are Usually In At Least Two Places And Occasionally The Contrast Is Evident....here, Most Often, Is Nothing More Than The Best Perspective To Contemplate There.

Every Woman Who Appears Wrestles With The Forces That Would Have Her Disappear. She Struggles With The Forces That Would Tell Her Story For Her, Or Write Her Out Of The Story ... The Ability To Tell Your Own Story, In Words Or Images, Is Already A Victory, Already A Revolt.

Violence Doesn't Have A Race, A Class, A Religion, Or A Nationality, But It Does Have A Gender.