Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell. - William Carlos Williams

My surface is myself.
Under which
to witness, youth is
buried. Roots?
Everybody has roots.

Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.

It's a strange courage
you give me ancient star:
Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!