Sing, sing, sing!

By Erica Bennett

“My life, it seems now, has been, all along, this hazy wasteland of subjective opinion.” – “Merit” in Sacrosanct

A thought just occurred to me… What if the plays are like ovarian follicles; we’re born with a predetermined number of them inside of us, and when we’ve reached the end of our reproductive life, we find ourselves wordless… And then I remember Dr. Maya Angelou…

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”

My heart is full.

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  • By Robin Byrd, June 9, 2014 @ 7:23 pm


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