No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still — Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
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No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city.

— Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
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