A Prayer For My Daughters — Alok Bhalla
Life never says this is ‘my good’ this ‘my bad’ this seed will blossom this lie fallow. An apple is sweet in infinite ways and there’s no fixed flight for birds and every path leads to other trails and there are thorns under rose bushes and there are signs and songs for seekers and words understood or misunderstood and strangest …
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