The Isolated Blurt Thread XIX: Ice Cream Has No Bones

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One of our libraries has a new building and I spent seven hours packing, hauling, unpacking, repacking, and rehauling boxes of books. Got my squats in and then some.
 
You must remember how to weep without filling your blood with pain. You must remember never to cut your hair out of anger. You must remember how to not curse at the person staring at you through the mirror, even when you cannot remember her face, even when her eyes hold ocean of pain. You must remember how to hold yourself back from hurting others when your anger swells into days. You must learn how to heal yourself even when the nights make it seem impossible. You must remember how to sing yourself away from sorrows, how to wash yourself till the sadness weeps out of your body. You must remember to hold yourself on days that feel so empty the pain echoes. You are a woman, a vast land filled with holy cities. You are a woman becoming. You are a song to your mother, a city filled with landmarks of joy. You are a woman, a vast land, a holy city.

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Love letter to Adeyemi


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I guess I just assume that a lot of people know ASL.

I realize I was being rude but I saw her question about why the train had stopped and I told her. Shocked all three of them into silence. I don't care that they found the guy seated next to them smelly.
 
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