When I was eighteen, I could not help but notice, like all teenagers inevitably do, that the world was pretty terrible. There was this anxiety that anything good to come from activism would be ripped away, chipped away like a sculptor chiseling marble. There are days that I still feel this way. However, somewhere during […]
Revisiting the Grave
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