"...I see the old, the young, the fat, the poor, the clean, the weary, the grimy, the keen, all bent, all broken, in one way or another—all hungry and weak. All of these bodies, like a river rushing up, like a tide of human frailty and beauty and need, I watch them and long to be one of them, to enter the current with my thirst and my wounds, to be buoyed up—not moving, but being moved."
— Mar 26, 2026 09:44AM
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