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1 " Mother why does the River not riseIt is not the River's timeWhy does the seed not sproutIt is not the seed's timeWhy does the rain not fallthe leaf not unfurl itselfWhere is the hind and why does she not graze the fields before usit is not their timeThe River knows its timeThe seed knows its time The rain the leaf and the hindThey know their timeThe River will rise the seed will sproutThe rains come down and the leaves unfurlThe hind will bring her children to graze before usAll in their time "
― Megan Whalen Turner , Thick as Thieves (The Queen's Thief, #5)
2 " theres a heavy silence between usit settles in the creases on your jacketand seeps into the fur on my hood.i know your middle name andi know your birthday and i know you look more like your dadbut you wish you looked like your mom.i watch your back and for the first time in my lifeim genuinely terrified." whats my birthday?" i askand you dont look at me because you never doyou never look me in the eyeyou never say my nameand god its hitting me.its hitting me that maybemaybe it was all for nothingi know you inside and outi know you better than i know myselfand maybe thats all for nothing." it’s in december, right?" you askbut its not a question andif i were anyone else if i werent love-sickif i wasnt absolutelyfucking blinded by youi would punch you in the fucking mouth.my birthday is may fifth. "
3 " We call it ‘back home’knowing full well that the majority of us may never go back. That we may spend but a handful of weeks in the tropic heat and relentless traffic,tolerating family members we may have convincedourselves to have missed, but very few will submit to that final pull to return. We know our land, our soil as back home, but for many of usit is only the home we left back,the one we left so far behind to be thrust into a lifelong searchof another, of another, of another. "