I Have No Words by
4 Apr. 2023
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“I had a wonderful dream where I walked in a field of wildflowers with my cat.” Martha alternates between terror and hopes of playing the violin again. I am stressed by world politics but I am warm and fed and nobody is dropping bombs on me. Read these missives from a nineteen year old girl who already knows too much of death and destruction because of one man’s callous dismissal of humanity. It’s today in real time. “Where have all the flowers gone? …. When will it ever end?” ”