A language is a map of our failures — Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
A language is a map of our failures — Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
A language is a map of our failures — Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
A language is a map of our failures — Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
A language is a map of our failures — Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
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A language is a map of our failures

— Adrienne Rich, The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems Selected and New, 1950-1984
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