I watch my daughter dance on a floating dock, running back and forth to squeal from the deepest part of her being about baby birds in a nearby nest, wind blowing through her nightgown, and I know that this is all I’m guaranteed with her. Until her country cares more about her life than it does make-believe liberties and real-life profits, and even if it ever does, she will never be totally safe. There is beauty and freedom and terror in this moment.
2022
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With you.