When we were born we were either pushed out or taken out — either way, our first move wasn't our own. our first cry was not a cry of joy but of lament — pulled from the warm floating safety into a cold gasping air, each of us born out of a stubborn
Born Saying Goodbye
Born Saying Goodbye
Born Saying Goodbye
When we were born we were either pushed out or taken out — either way, our first move wasn't our own. our first cry was not a cry of joy but of lament — pulled from the warm floating safety into a cold gasping air, each of us born out of a stubborn