Shoes would interfere with her conversation, for she constantly addresses the ground under her feet. Asking forgiveness. Owning, disowning, recanting, recharting a hateful course of events to make sense of her complicity. We all are, I suppose. Trying to invent our version of the story. All human odes are essentially one, "My life; what I stole from history, and how I live with it.
Barbara KingsolverA breeze shook rain out of new leaves onto their hair, but in their pursuit of eternity they never noticed the chill.
Barbara KingsolverSugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
Barbara KingsolverGlobal commerce is driven by a single conviction: the inalienable right to earn profit, regardless of any human cost.
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