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If I make it onto the plane, you must follow me to the roads / and waiting pastures of America.

We will not ride the water today on the shoulders of buffalo / as we used to many years ago, nor will we forage / for the sweetest mangoes.

I am refugee. You are too. Cry, but do not weep.

We walk out the door.

brotherhood begins in shared pain

finished “Rocannon’s World”

woahhh this is my favorite thing on earth

half way thru n got bored … so on hold

half way thru - on hold …