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I’m learning more of myself as I continue to experience life in the dark. For this is where I was bred, and tangled; I was born in the dark. I was thrown into the exposition of light, before I was ready to open my eyes. I would cry to speak, as I did each time— just to be held with love. But I knew then as I’ve know now… the feather does not catch, nor hold itself; The hand does.

— Lois Christina
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