βAnd so it was that I was hearing a new Call, finding myself hurled over a new edge, plunging into the darkness, then finding my path and embarking on a new journey β one which finally would make sense of the old. Edges, it seems, breed edges; and journeys, like edges, are fractal. There is never just one.β
β Β Dr Sharon Blackie, If Women Rose Rooted
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