" And yet, death was still there, everywhere. We had adopted her. She lived in us and we in her. She’d emerge from our red eyes and our clenched fists for brief sallies. She’d walk in white robes on the ruins of our shanty town and return to curl up inside us. We were the house she rested in and we’d find peace leaning on her. "

― Mahi Binebine , Horses of God