In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
… And what is it to be young in years and suddenly wakened to the anguish, the urgency of life?
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks 1947—1963 (via provst)
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