Before the Civil War, Canada was at the top of the underground railroad. If you made it into Canada, you were safe unless someone came and hauled you back. That was also true during the Vietnam War for draft resisters.
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.
Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.
Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.
There's nothing like a shovel full of dirt to encourage literacy.
Gardening is not a rational act. What matters is the immersion of the hands in the earth, that ancient ceremony of which the Pope kissingthe tarmac is merely a pallid vestigial remnant.